Sunday 27 October 2013

Innocence

The sirens ring inside our ears
The burden weighs upon our hearts
Your whispers only make it louder
The scene outside is dark

Blue and red shine overhead
while the liar runs away
It's sad that I can't stop
that I can't stop her feigning

The car drives you off
into the blackness of the night
Your face is lit with lights
but your spirit remains dim

You're taken into freedom
yet the car looks like a hearse

For every free person
There is a slave

How can I be free
when I am a slave to freedom?

I never lost my innocence
because I had none to begin with

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