Finding the Self

Sometimes when we feel most alone

It seems the world does turn away

No-one is picking up their phone

No words of love to us they say

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An empty world, a hollow throne

A rain that comes again each day

Unceasingly, the dial tone

Goes on and on into the grey

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Though heavy tolls we try to pay

When asked and asked and asked for more

How heavy does this burden lay

How much we yearn to set the score

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To speak our minds and free our hearts

Unburden souls too full with lore

We loathe to see that it all starts

With our choice to unlock the door

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Connections burn, wither and die

Unless we voice our secret fears

Our secret loves, our secret pride

It's up to us to save the years

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Which we might spend upon a lie

Because it hides away our tears

Eventually, out we must cry

We must learn to trust in our peers

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It all starts with an honest sound

With feeble feet on foreign ground

We walk the street, we fly around

We search for what we wish we'd found

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In mother's arms and father's face

We search and search for hints of grace

But first we must ourselves yet trace

To find this strange familiar place