Conrad Seegert Biography

The old gray building
That is now aged and broken
Was once someone's home
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They are always there
Sometimes they hide
The darkness conceals them
A light is needed to let them show
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I do not belong
They wish for me to be gone
For I fill their heads with noise
And make them spout their song
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Here I sit on the shore
Of a world that I adore
At its edge it begins to crumble
Time the cause of this great rumble
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The world is a battlefield of words
Where people attack others in many different ways
Some attacks are like fists
They hurt at first
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