How does the world get by with this,
This making hollow places
Where anybody can be anybody
And no one speaks of places
Or things that people stand for
Things that people fight for
Even things that people died for.
Who wants to escape these things?

Oh God Your taking me somewhere,
Down a dark and lonely road.
Am I going by myself,
I don't know, I don't know...
Is this the right place for writings
That scream the Truth out loud?
Or do I need to hold them close
Until the right time is at hand?


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