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It cries to the dawning,
To the light of the storm.
It cries out to the flesh,
Of which was once mourned.
The cries, oh the cries,
So worried about what others see
never allowing yourself to truly be free
focused on the expectations of humanity
To all that is black and white
the darkest fear of night
To the heart that is unfaithful
the scent is now distasteful
The ticking of the clock
the rocking chair won't rock
I call that change come to us,
by us,
for us,
change of the the eyes that don't trust,
and misjudge,
and sum up,
without a single word spoken.
Gone do i want the wall that,
board up,
