When hearts bind hard within our chest
they never let our Spirits rest.
They needs some peace so it can see
that place where fear just cannot be;
that place where Spirit’s fly on high
and show us that we can get by
without the shit we pile to use
like some great wall so we cannot lose.
But then, in fear, we hide behind
this wall we’ve built within our mind
that has no substance – this is true
except to separate me and you
so we can never see what’s real;
we simply need to stop and feel.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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