We find ourselves amongst friends and foes
Yet who of which we do not know
Deceived by those we trust
Love in all forms only lust
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Head spinning with ideas yet nothing comes to mind
Pain sorrow emptiness in everything we find
Searching to find who we truly are within
Unknown of how we shall begin
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I am not the person you expected me to be
I wonder if you will ever be proud
I hear what you say when I leave
I see the disappointment in your eyes
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I look down the field of grass and men
We take position for a fight of worth
With the whistle we shall begin
We now march across the earth
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