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	<title>Tarringo T. Vaughan &#187; hope</title>
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		<title>Songs Of The City</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[Poetry: A Different Kind Of Blues]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Through their eyes I see the instruments of hope and in their faces I hear decayed dreams whistling through the hollow silence of these forgotten streets where only those with strength can cope; they are the many lives who reach out to be heard in this place where very few stop to listen to their [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/songs-of-the-city.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-339" alt="songs-of-the-city" src="http://tarringovaughan.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/songs-of-the-city-300x224.jpg" width="300" height="224" /></a>Through their eyes I see the instruments of hope<br />
and in their faces I hear decayed dreams whistling<br />
through the hollow silence of these forgotten streets<br />
where only those with strength can cope;<br />
they are the many lives<br />
who reach out to be heard in this place<br />
where very few stop to listen to their song<br />
but this is where tears dry strong<br />
because in this world everyone needs to feel<br />
they belong.</p>
<p>In their hearts I feel the blues; single mothers<br />
standing on street corners because<br />
they have nothing else to loose. Selling their soul<br />
for survival just to stop the heavy beats<br />
of starvation from silencing their young child’s<br />
future ovation.  They do what they need<br />
just to find a way to feed as poverty<br />
has become their song<br />
but their tears have dry strong<br />
because in this world everyone strives<br />
to find a place to belong.</p>
<p>I hear in their voices the echoes of many cold<br />
lonely nights  — some are familiar strangers<br />
lost and confused and others are old<br />
searching for something out here to feel and to hold.<br />
No amount of spare change<br />
can heal their minds because they were left<br />
without a home as alone<br />
they stand as a song<br />
but their tears dry strong<br />
because in this world everyone<br />
needs to know they belong.</p>
<p>© 2012<br />
Tarringo T. Vaughan</p>
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