Insanity almost to the brink
Lost in that dark black abyss
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She rest one last time
Upon this earth we call our home
Her body dormant
Her soul resting
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I hear the birds in the background
As I write my muse
I have been blessed in this time
That I have had here in this wonderful place
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All my life I walked around
with painted eyes and ears
Never really seeing what was right before my eyes
never really hearing, the shouts, the screams, the cries
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Those who can not speak
Those who are to afraid
Those who hide from...
Pain
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The stars were bright that night
The first time we meet
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The stage stands bare
As the players slowly move into place
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Why do people use colours?
To define were you belong
Gang colours are so mundane
Why not use them as intended
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The beauty of nature
Always mystifies man
Its sound its site
Makes us forever in bliss
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