Do not be scared of the darkness child,
Or what lies within.
Can you feel the rough worn feathers,
Of that angels jet black wing?
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dare to dream of far off lands,
dream of of deserts covered in sand,
dream of a future filled with hope,
dream of a place where evil never spoke.
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Let the ground swallow me up for I belong below,
Not wise by heart but wise by mind, for my mind is all I know.
I feel so isolated in a claustrophobic state,
The biggest fear I have is that our lives are run by fate.
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To those wrapped up tight in warm fluffy sheets,
To those freezing cold, asleep in the streets,
To families that argue and to those that don't,
To the husband begging her to stay, but just maybe she won't,
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