Victim of Memory
Bought into all I could see
As though it could help me hide
Until a witness directed me
Into the judge’s dead designs
The whispers will come for me
Still can’t escape the signs
When the victim directs his plea
It is I that must then deny
Broken and raised in pain
Does nothing demand it gone?
And now there’s nowhere to put the blame
Is there nowhere I can belong?
The judge now demands my name
As though I am the one that wronged
That dying child again
As he wrote out his silent songs
This jury of disease
Planting all I was
And what will come from the seed?
Another reason to remain lost
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