Peace Without Action
Born a boy
Taught to fight, to charge
To reach and overcome
Boy I was born a fool
Always making use of tools
Cutting ribbons and marking the day
How they will crucify
Its alright clowns are always in town
So I'm leaving on my own
Seeking to be a man
And do the best I can
Wow I was tricked from the start
Following words instead of my heart
So I sit here
Glowing in the space of nothing
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