Clear your sight, and your sense
Make wide your ears to hear.
What shall become of us?
we that wander with pole as scetre,
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The Sound For The Soundless
Clear your sight, and your sense
Make wide your ears to hear.
What shall become of us?
we that wander with pole as scetre,
Abide by dieing hopes,
We that our dreams are like egyptians darkness
What shall become of us?
We that suffer in the harsh service of mosquitoes
We the useless fragment of the globe.
When we stand, we grief
When we bend, we groan
We sit comfortably but in pain
Yet wont earn better
Disgrace fills our visage
Hopefulness fills our heart
But we die with no fufilment
No shelter over us