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The Ugly Questions We Must Ask.
The light is now hitting low on the hills,
And what we started today is almost through.
But here we stand all alone with together.
Is here where we keep on hoping and trying?
Is here where we keep on giving in and end up crying?
Is here where we will probably end up alone, broken and dying?
This spot we choose to stand firmly on
And its because we believed so deeply in it.
But who is to say we are who we thought.
Who are we today in this chaotic world?
Who will be tomorrow in this spinning pearl?
Who are in each others hearts that we can feel them swirl?
I hear that final song playing in the center of my soul,
And you fall to your knees with your darken eyes still open.
But time in the end will be the one who will rob us for our choices.
What have become standing here in this pose?
What have we done trying to wear someone else’s clothes?
What are we trying to be a window front or artificially betrothed?
The light is now hitting low on the hills,
And what we started today is almost through.
But here we stand all alone with together.
Is here where we keep on hoping and trying?
Is here where we keep on giving in and end up crying?
Is here where we will probably end up alone, broken and dying?
This spot we choose to stand firmly on
And its because we believed so deeply in it.
But who is to say we are who we thought.
Who are we today in this chaotic world?
Who will be tomorrow in this spinning pearl?
Who are in each others hearts that we can feel them swirl?
I hear that final song playing in the center of my soul,
And you fall to your knees with your darken eyes still open.
But time in the end will be the one who will rob us for our choices.
What have become standing here in this pose?
What have we done trying to wear someone else’s clothes?
What are we trying to be a window front or artificially betrothed?