In a little war
A war of words
And attrition
No one ever
Grab your sweater darlin’
It’s a foggy evening tonight
Stars flicker, fade
Brothers, others
Lovers in chains
Repressed
For too long a day
Crumble the walls
Here we are
Once again
In all our vain-
glorious ambition
No doubt or
Second
Nothing’s permanent
In God’s charade
What’s certain now
Is soon to change
You laughed and said hello
But your smile was feigned
As you
This is our world
This is our life
We are the sons
He says it all
All the right words
But he don’t come
With
I remember
We were thirteen
Holding hands
On Halloween
You were sad and
I was
Had a dream
Like I’ve had many a time
A belief for
Better be true
To yourself
And not judge others
By race or wealth
Practice
Don�
I wanna hush
Muffle the roar
Silence and mute
The sound I abhor
I
His mind is set, his eyes are fixed
He criticizes just
In the beginning
Everything was fine
As it usually is
Misgivings
Over silly thin
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