Conformity's Stain

Little town of silence sitting on the hill dressed in white it stands all on its own. People all together, who never disagree, they gather in the shadows to finally make peace. For in this silent town where no one disagrees, a man of different values lies crumbled on the ground. He’s cold and wet and crimpled yet no one stops to think, As he draws his final breath and then all is done, no one disagrees. In this little town of silence sitting on the hill dressed in white it stands all on its own.