That familiar sense of fear and hope
Rises up inside her throat
Like the Phoenix in Stravinsky's soul
And like this mythic bird of flame
...
Where did I go wrong? Am I that far off?
Is there a sign, round telling all who see it
To treat me like I'm some jerk off?
When did integrity become so rare? And why do I still even care?
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A glimpse beyond the walls, I see a life of which will never be
But oh, how high a man can dream? !
To heights unmatched and seldom seen
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She swears a smile can hide away, the doubt she faces everyday
And to the masses, It's a job well done;
But I see through the misdirection
...
Even in the brightest flame, there is a touch of blue
So if you kill off all my demons, you might kill my angels too
So take me as I am; a stubborn fool - perfectly flawed
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Who am I? A question asked a thousand times
Silence; an eerie fog
The only goddamned response
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