Dale Totten

Alone he wakes to greet each day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Watching the sun make it's rise
Another day of silent cries
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There was a time not long ago
When yes was yes, and no was no
Good was good, and bad was bad
Happiness was simple to be had
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River, lazy river
carry me slowly out to sea
Past your drooping willows
and your mighty cypress tree
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The young are lured deep within
by what they see and hear.
A beautiful facade is erected,
that takes away their fear.
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Look into his eyes
Past the haunting stare
The horror
Unspoken horror
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Silence speaks a language
The language of the mind
It's golden when things are good
But yet can be unkind
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When I entered this world,
was my life's script already written?
I think I might have got the wrong script,
because I sure didn't fit in.
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I fly away, yet one more time
To that other place, deep within my mind

Hidden in the middle of nowhere
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New king sittin on the throne
Ruling just like a third reich clone
Who is this guy, no one really knows
That's one hand, he just won't expose
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I get up every morning,
at the break of day.
I check myself in the mirror,
make sure I look okay.
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Moon lit stalkers

When the moon shines through pitch black skies they come out to play
Not your everyday sun lit friends
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Wrapped up tightly in a crowd
Feeling safe and sound
Just one of a thousand more
Alone with others all around
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Skies flashing bright strobes of light
Blinding in the black of night
Heaven spears strike earth with thunder
Fear struck seeking shelter under
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Time is running so so fast
Not like when I was young
Today is here, now it's yesterday
And tomorrow has begun
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Oh Lord, why have you deserted me,
I feel as if I'm down in my grave.
No longer do I walk among the living,
with the others, your grace has saved.
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I once had someone,
I thought cared.
We laughed and loved,
and always shared.
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Tax the rich
feed the poor
They're filled with greed
and just want more
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Who am I?
I wish I knew
Got D.N.A.
This is true.
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The truth shines like the brightest star,
not always what you want to hear.
It can be hidden for a little while,
but always seems to reappear.
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As the sun travels down to the other side,
The dark begins it's journey back.
The sky is like an artist painting over blue,
with orange, purple, gray, then black.
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