You find yourself and look
You feed your soul and body
And you still get hungry
That color was all the rage in ninety five
I was corrupted
Am not a fair judge
I know this
I did not understand right away
Even as I saw right away
Nothing is hidden
I found myself exposed
It was a long road I drive around in circles
Through the mountains along the shore
Always more ways than the sign says
People just don't go that way
We went that way and arrived one piece
Time after time never once not miraculous
Each time we arrived
Watched the trees grow
I worked the first women's conference after war
Paper was needed and someone to bring it
We went to different bus stops with the same names
We could not agree where we were
they came down the long road to Sarajevo
I was usually passing through along for the ride
That's the way my little love what happens when a Bosnian loves
We joked but no one was laughing
Bosnia has this type of humor
Oppression cooks
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