The paths which strangers actions do condone
Are surely the most natural of signs
I’ve found a path that I can call my own
I want to live no other life than mine
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Who’s to blame for walking by
When it’s so easy not to care
Beneath a mop of tangled hair
Beneath a pale winter sky
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I see her tears and part of me dies
And pray that hope is reflected in me
But the emptiness in those hazel eyes
Is the only reflection I see
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Bewildered and frightened, I walked one night
Unsure of whether to run or be still
When my eyes beheld such a welcome sight-
A lovely candle, glowing on a hill
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My eyes ablaze, I ride my white horse
Through pestilence, famine, death, war
Vowing to fight for better or worse
As if it was worth fighting for
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Before my eyes, webs of truth were twirled
From my dreams broken on the ground;
I’m searching for purpose in a world
Where there’s no purpose to be found
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In a one-sided war of attrition
Man will fight until his dying day
But should he just let go of ambition
The meaning of time is stripped away
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The ocean high
A perilous spot
My hopeless cry
An ignorant lot
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