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This Song I Wrote is a far ways away from here.
The song I wrote has the potential to take you somewhere far from where you are now, even if it's just in your mind.

With it, though, I swear you could get your conscience clear.
By listening to my song, I believe it can help clear your conscience of any weight you might be carrying.

You could make your sobs soak the heart of some financier Who thinks that gold licks the tip of each well-aimed spear.
My song has the power to move even the coldest-hearted, wealthy financiers who believe that money is the key to success.

You could demand a recount of any crooked polls.
My song might inspire you to call for fairer voting practices and be more engaged in the political process.

You could uplift your spirits like you're wearing platform souls Or walking round on stilts your heart controls Through choking soldiers bent o'er streets of coals.
My song can lift your spirits and make you feel empowered to take on the harsh realities of the world, even when surrounded by negativity.

Yeah, you could go straight to the war-torn wrapped in gauze, And deep-freeze them with a worthy cause While the breeze through the trees gives applause. You keep walking while the healing thaws Through fields that Cezanne draws You change your feet to tiger's paws Ask which road is Shangri-La's Take a left at the Land of Oz Pass the statue of Santa Claus Then you'll know you're in this song I wrote.
My song can take you on a journey through different worlds and experiences, and ultimately, you'll know when you're in the world of my song.

This song I wrote could make a politician sweat. Stab a snapshot future through his conscience like a bayonet.
My song has enough power to make politicians feel uncomfortable and hold them accountable for their actions.

And it's ev'ry phrase'd be a sword-tongued epithet. And it'd lick some pea-brained 'education president' By stirring up each couch-trousered resident And getting them to look inside their porcupine coats To see beneath their purse a throbbing heart That's being robbed a vote And be thankful this here's a Voter Republic And get in the booth or see a Notary Public And mark a ballot true, and approved, And by the millions, by God, we'll prove To those fuckers who can't feel to groove That they ain't wanted, pack their things, and move!
My song has the ability to break through people's apathy and encourage them to take action, particularly in the political realm.

Clean out the sin, we're movin' in, it's time To rid the world of your covert crime! The only thing to stop us now is a rhyme. Well, then, I see... It's just a song I wrote.
My song calls for justice and the eradication of covert crimes. Though the only thing that can stop us is a rhyme, at the end of the day, it's just a song I wrote.

This song I wrote might be my ticket outta here. The only thing anyone else might ever hear. And since it might work I guess I'd best make this sincere, To educate, and raise someone's consciousness one tier;
My song might be the one that brings me success and recognition for my art. It's honest and truthful, meant to educate and elevate the listener's consciousness.

To combat crap heedless hoodlum popstar tarts emit Too busy trying to top the charts to dare admit To the spiritual casualties they inflict On their fans, as they walk Fame's road, so yellow-bricked.
My song fights against the shallow emptiness perpetuated by some pop stars who care more about their fame and chart-topping success than the true impact they have on their young, impressionable fans.

The Fame they seek to get the spotlight shown On them, to preach, and let themselves be known To me, and you, and her, and every other drone. So they're the flower to be sucked on, to be grown. But each idea of theirs is a vapid seed. It's from a soul where fame's the only need Yet in this world, where the god is greed, Vapid is valid if the purses bleed.
My song criticizes those who seek fame and attention, warning that their creations often lack substance and depth. Though we live in a society where greed and money reign, this still doesn't make vapid art worthy.

These and other injustices cause Me to calmly re-ink my claws And let the muses rejuice my jaws To let go a little song I wrote.
The many injustices in the world drive me to keep writing, sharpening my skills, and drawing inspiration from the muses so I can put out more songs like this one.

It might seem like, with all of these Impassioned platform pleas, I should be singing "Vote For Me!" But I'm not, don't get me wrong. I'm just a singer, and this song I wrote, I wrote for me
Though my song tackles many issues and has a powerful message, I'm not trying to use it to advance my own political career. Ultimately, it's a song I wrote for myself and to express my own creativity.