Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Monday, 24 December 2012
126. Rolando
Dream a dream that once was seen
Hail the whole that was once stole.
Rebellion come and goes
And now the gut instinct knows that
Che was always right.
Batista put up a fight.
Go forth, brave young men
Rolando is never lost in the sand.
Nor the sea, nor the what was meant to be
But in our minds.
The dreams that we once held
Are oh so kind.
Rolando dares think more of the truth
Being there with you
Gave up the fight
Live for his dreams; suffered your own plight.
Rolando, Rolando, Rolando;
Oooooooooh
How you were so perfect.
Dare to live how it should have been.
Che to his doom.
Dictated above Castro.
Even through my own drunken eyes, I can see.
What it was meant all to be.
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