All that’s here
Is the unreal
Sails that fly
Without the wind
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It was always my dream
To be surrounded
Covered, coated
By the gentle sounds
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The clouds seem to have lost their shape
The sky just isn’t as blue
The rain’s song is mere annoyance
And the storm brings nothing more than noise
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I do not see
But I realize that you stare at me
That you look into my eyes
But don’t you know that they are clouded?
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It’s almost easy
To say that I’m not afraid
To scream it from the mountaintops
To stand tall, to fight
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Delicate, the words flow
Freely from an open mind
Onto paper, scrawled writing
Ideas flooding the page
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Tonight we will fly
Through the skies
That look more red than flame
We feel so damned
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He knows they worry about him
But really he just doesn’t care anymore
Doesn’t care about the scared looks
That they show when they speak
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</>Hands reach out
And hold too tight
But it’s comfort
It’s what is needed
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When all are persecuted
What’s the point of good and bad
For all are guilty, all are wrong
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