You'Ll Never Know What You'Ve Done

The control they had on me has cease to be, yet still hold influence over the community, whom believe with ease a belief of me, I feel what they feel is felt for unity. An ideal theory understood with ease, of a stranger unknown nobody sees, what's heard is heard and is all they receive, the parroting parrot parroting thoughtlessly agrees. Too disagree would isolate the leaf from the tree, both trunk and branches would therefore look down on thee, arguing a difference where only indifference breeds, never flipping it 180 to a view with clarity. People think they know me yet question my story, can't explain the happenings acknowledge mystery, but they certainly do judge me true despite uncertainty, ignore my every word, they cause more damage than they see.