The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people can believe
The things they read
Wee 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
Youe here alone inside this crowd
Youe faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns
There nothing left to hide the burns
Ie waited
Ie written on promises and dreams
A thousand times
Still relegated to these lines
Artist: Taylor Bennett
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