The sense of fear on which you feed When the people can? believe The things they read We?e been brought up to feel left out Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
The pieces rise and rearrange And all the smiling faces seem so strange With tacit symmetry and prose I feel the doors behind me close
You?e here alone inside this crowd You?e faced the world and made us proud But when the bitterness returns There? nothing left to hide the burns
I?e waited I?e written on promises and dreams A thousand times Still relegated to these lines
Like water untainted the sad. Quixotic trail I?e left behind Somehow it echoes in my mind And it almost feels like coming home
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