Without a Sound

A choice is a funny thing

For of freedom it does sing

All the while, it’s in denial

‘Bout the change that it does bring

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For once you can make a choice

And the soul can then rejoice

You are bound by, how and why

For everything that you voice

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To your actions, you it binds

Objectivity, it blinds

We start to care what’s out there

What could be fills up our minds

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Once an answer can be found

We choose to look all around

It’s all we do, me and you

'Til we’re gone, without a sound