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The first time I saw Rachel
I looked deep into her eyes
My reflection there was a gaping stare,
As I watched her laugh in that photograph
And time between us slows some way
The first time I saw Rachel,
I began to Realise
She possessed such grace in her youthful face
Sweet integrity that woke avoiding me,
Now her passion rings within that space,
It has nothing to do with age,
It's not a language it's religion, gender, colour of our skin,
It's the soul within the well that echoes deep beneath the ego's shell,
True life can't ever start,
Till the offer of our heart,
As the wounds of their teeth beneath the sheep in rows,
I wanna live the life that Rachel chose,
All the girls and boys,
Seen flitting through school halls,
Fighting to fit in,
Games we just can't win,
Higher education dumbing down a nation,
Around the square unsure of where we fit in,
It has nothing to do with age,
It's not a language it's religion, gender, colour of our skin,
It's the soul within the well that echoes deep beneath the ego's shell,
True life can't ever start,
Till the offer of our heart,
When the wools of the fleece from the sheep God knows,
I wanna live the life that Rachel chose.
Rachel what so pushed you,
To put so much on hold?
From a school hall door,
To a need for more,
From where we all stay to where you last lay,
Silently strong in the choices you make,
It's got nothing to do with age,
It's not a language it's religion, gender, colour of our skin,
It's the soul within the well that echoes deep beneath the ego's shell,
True life can't ever start,
Till the offer of our heart,
When the hate is the home where the olive tree grows,
I wanna live the life that Rachel chose,
I wanna live the life that Rachel chose.
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