Missing Persons, by Loneliness is condescending
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walls of nameless faces with aging ink
Slowly penetrating bloodless lies
Every day were stretching father
Into a sea of missing children
The slip below the eluding water with out a sound
Insecurities drag another soul below
They’re looking on in silence
Consumed with in there trials
Reaching out to save those who cannot sink
And with a hint of weakness
Our safety line is cut
Patrons file up with hardened eyes
To watch each other disappear
We praise so loudly the success
That our soft whispers soon unmask
Were not afraid to stand up screaming for our rights
Just when it counts we're nowhere to be found
Our campaigning troops have walked away still clamoring for
a chance
So once again we’ll drift away in a see of faceless names
While we burn away our life
Thus granting us our righteous truth |
Posted: 2006-04-16 19:19:38 UTC |
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