Crystalline dreams of a world so torn and still unborn
Fragile wings so broken and tattered
A beautiful voice that needs to sing and shout
Without a sound, a simple word not uttered
Passing tides continue to give and take
Subdued by only the essence of time and space
What’s the point in believing when there’s only grieving
Breathing in the smoke as so many eyes are a glow
Taking of the waters without understanding what you see
Without a purpose, so they did try to warn us
Fancy dress while others lie in the streets
Those who say they care only mysticize reality
We’ve only lost our way as the story unfolds
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