the empty sidewalk where chalklines still show
bullets bang loudly down the boulevard
seeds planted in tragedy never grow
meanwhile, everyone wants to be a star
even the nights are better so they say
off in the distance I hear the wind blow
and whispered contrivances holding sway
all over the world seems to be a glow
what they don't teach they never seem to know
a man with no conscience knows only pain
in my heart of hearts I still remain cold
the fabric of my soul holds many stains
to it all I embrace without a tear
left with my scars, time heals year after year
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