There are days when we fail to understand.
We are stumbling, blinded by
The light of things we never try
told to do or die, but it's just a lie
Never let them see you cry
Can anyone tell me why?
There are days wen we long to comprehend
We're told to seek out powers
No hippie-loving flowers
Watching minutes turn to hours
No singing in the showers
So why do we cower?
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