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In a world full of possibility, all I see is hate. In a land of freedom, so many feel oppressed, left to sit like cattle while men with money in their pockets participate in the great debate.
The air is light I can maneuver through it at ease Gliding through the white streaked sky Viewing the world below Is bliss The sun’s warmth is ubiquitous Encasing me in warmth
even the stongest people can break with all the things on their plate what doesnt kill you makes you stronger so they say, leaving scars that linger life gives us things that we can handle
It's the same old thing again. A teenage girl with "nothing to complain about", Complaining about the things no one sees. They see a roof on my head, shoes on my feet, Food on my table, clothes on my back,
I can fly
My astronomic family and I get around
You would never have thought that what I've done would
The pretty glass looks like jewels Pick them up, and clench them in your fist Watch the pretty stream Trickle down your arm You know it's wrong, But it's release Visual Representation
Looking for a warning sign Amidst Earth’s complex design Light little plastic bags Jellyfish to the turtles with our tags Our pistons out on an ego trip Guzzling so fast, we need an IV drip
THE COMMENTARY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS TRUE: LIAR DISCRETION IS ADVSED:
Dark shadows cast among the single mind, reluctant to cease and cloak themselves in light. The eyes that refuse to close and narrow instead The weight that those eyes produce pushes the shoulders forward, the head down.