I
have tasted heights so high,
I
have swam depths so deep,
touching
things along the way,
which
were never mine to keep,
traveling
beyond all there
was
to know,
yet
still there is more,
so
much more to go;
confusion and sorrow
color
these
early morning skies,
answers
lie hidden
among
alternatives and
cascading
lies,
places
once called home
crumble
into the far-off
fading
light,
faces
once called friends,
disappear
into the approaching black,
of
this forever growing night;
take my hand,
lead
me from this land,
hear
my voice,
help
me make a stand;
darkness grows above,
storms
rise from below,
over-fed
pretenders
prepare
for the final show,
in
this never ending battle
which
can never be won,
raging
just beyond
all
that can be overcome;
into the nighttime void
a
whisper
does sound,
shadows
of tomorrow looming large
across
this stolen ground,
mistakes
of yesterday forever lost,
innocent
blood shed,
freedom
at such a staggering cost;
take my hand,
lead
me from this land,
hear
my voice,
help
me make a stand.
.
.
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