A child waits with the shameless below The spaces are still in the vision Crouched together Faded into the grey distance Yet I see them lying over there
Chorus: Frozen they stand Silence can hear these voices Fear and concern for one’s self-preservation Watch from afar Trembling hands falling down I catch one more breath Hope the next time brings courage
Carefully worded phrases Withered choices hold back my tongue So confined by restriction I do what is best for the time Hearing what needs to be seen Following me to these dreams
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Moving past on the line Never dry in winds Hard to forget / forgive Painful thoughts in my head Do I take the needed step Dressing wounds that won’t heal Taste of hate is bitter sweet Future guilt as a strong deterrent watching me
Weighed down by the chains of life Who is this man? I know that it can’t be me Won’t see myself or my mind Lost in the dread of it all