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Silence
In the fiery darkness of lost long lover’s eyes
In the fleeting silence, the desperate chase for your next high
We hold onto our broken pieces of lore
Of shattered teacups, scattered like raindrops along the floor
Of the softest touch, bought and not earned
Of the external things for which we yearn
Only in the stillness that is forced upon our mind
This ever-invading reticence that invades at any time
Is this mirror driven in front of our eyes
That does not allow us to hide from the verity with these lies
It makes us remember, the truth behind these things
It makes us remember that objects can not erase the desolation that we bring
We are a lost generation they say
What they cannot see, is we’re all lost in a way
We are a wretched race, and we always have been
Nothing has changed, we’re just more comfortable with our sin
We’ve always been confused
We’ve always valued that which is truly less
We’ve always pursued ‘better’ however this better is not best
We’ve always feared that which we do not understand
We’ve always pushed down those who struggle to stand
We are a sad society
We are a broken type of insanity
Those who are powerful are weak in their mind
And those who are frail are the only ones who are not blind
We have looked in our mirror
We have seen what you refuse to believe
We have not given up, we just desperately hope for you to, to see
This will happen again and again
We will spiral, we will stabilize, however we will never win
There are no winners when your road is paved with blood
There will never be winners until we re-define what we call love
Those who push others down
Are those who have not looked within and found
Those who break another’s mind
Are those who were never taught what it means to be kind
It is a vicious cycle when you do not see
That every single one of us is damaged, you, him, them, and me
The world will keep spinning, and everyone will go on to keep on never winning
A river is not diverted when a single pebble is thrown
It needs an incredible mass, with a strength we have never known
If we truly want a future that is no longer our past
We need to re-learn what it means to live our life to the best
A life of contentment is always fine
A random act of kindness can sometimes suffice to calm our minds
However, this world does not need more small acts
This world does not need perfect people
This world needs the hungry, and the poor
This world needs the angry and the sore
This world needs the defective
This world needs the ones with the cracks
For whoever succeeded in bonding two perfect pieces of clay?
The strongest bonds are the ones that are broken.
And oh how lucky for us
For we are all broken
We are all damaged
We may not be able to see
But every single one of us has our cracks, you, them, her, and me
We are all different
But different is not less
The only way we will ever find a peace to the silence that invades our minds
The only way that we will ever find what it means to truly be kind
The only way that we will ever WIN
Is when we redefine what we think is best
Different is good, different is not less
The difference in you, and the difference in me
Should not be feared, it should be allowed to be free
We are a broken world
We are a damaged people
But this will not always be so bad
All you have to do is listen
Listen to the silence
For it is more than it seems
And never say, them. Never say me. We are a we
And we believe in a world that can be more than just in our dreams
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