In the wilderness of the mind
there's a place I am trying to find
A home where peace can be found.
In the torment of every thought
There's a battle to be fought
In what is right what is wrong.
In the darkness of the brain
There's a quiet, gentle sort
Very much in pain
When your in two minds of what to do,
to do right by all
or to do wrong and fall
Upon ones sword,
It's your call.
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