Part 1
To get along in order to get a head
A mantra for the self made sociopaths
A call to arms for all the anti-woke
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Waiting For The Tears To Fall
Joyce Carol Vincent (1965–2003)
She lived a life so far,
From all her fallen dreams.
Wrapped inside her sorrow,
Turning time into tears.
She’s just a silhouette.
A silent, lonely figure.
So easy to forget.
Adrift amongst the memories.
Left waiting for the tears to fall.
She evades the tenderness
Caught between the innocence
And the emptiness.
Undone by all her mysteries.
Just waiting for the tears to fall.
She sings from better days.
A voice inside the dust,
So slowly fades.
Divided in too many ways.
Still waiting for the tears to fall.