Pain that once was thought to be lost
Has come again, from the scars
That they imprint on all of us
Blank stares pierce your smitten eyes
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I can come to terms with beatings
But not with the shame
The catalyst, long forgotten reasons
Unsteady hand: dip a feather deep
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I deplore the days I spent waiting for today
For nothing on this day brings belief
Ignition does not light my fuel less heart
Nor the wet branches of once tall trees
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Indigenous, we raise our swords
Exiled be those who fall
A waving flag is small when seen
From the window of a castle’s hill
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Solemnly she surrendered after years of vigor
Her hope would never return again
He said I can’t stay long
The dark brought a welcomed song
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Turn to despair
You’re never there
So sad to see
What became of me
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Cryptic tales of dust
We could touch the moon
Ideals about to burst
Gliding viciously down
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Over and over we see it grow
It begins to fade but it grows
Why must it be so big?
It couldn’t have just faded away
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The days draw on
Figures swell the combustible air
Various creeds thrown to the side
Who cares anymore?
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They call it a phase
I call it they’re right
What if I was never meant to belong?
Maybe my dice didn’t roll
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