“Well I heard a breeze blow like a ghost riding out cross the ocean
And the smell of the midsummer sun dripping down through the blue
It’s so easy to drift through these things with your eyes half open
Looking out for the prize lining up all the things left to prove

And who would have thought that a year on I’d be where I’m standing
Half singing a song to a person I’ve only half met
But I have fought like a wildcat for space and understanding
And boy let me tell you I’m not done fighting yet

‘Cos I want to run run run fast as I can
Let those grey gloves wrap their fingers around my heart
I want to run run run so far from here
‘Till the streets of Manhattan just tear this waster apart
No I don’t wanna talk, I wanna dance in New York”

Dance In New York By Thea Gilmore

Glimmer of Hope – Becki

“Well I heard a…

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