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The Naive Shore


The war is always far from the naive shore
But the horror remains for some at home
The faces of those who paid the price
Grace small mountain towns standing alone

 

Only quiet streets understand
 

Setting sail with sad winds at their face
No man can tell them of their fate
For it has already been cast before them
And now they live knowing it's too late
 

But honor lives forever
 

We can only fear each other
For what we know 
Is what we are told to believe
But still I believe in you
Because you believe in me
 

What land can we discover now?
Who can we civilize while we kill their culture?
We can only turn on ourselves
Distant shores of honor no longer have a future
 

Only a past
 

He cannot remember a time when he could smile
He knows the things that is a death warrant to leak
It is unbearable to share time with those who do not care
The truth is a door that opens to those who dare to speak
 

If only they didn't bury the key
 

We only fear each other 
For what we know 
Is what we are told to believe
But still I believe in you
Because your eyes are all I can see

 

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Mark Lecuona
<p>Coming home from war...</p>

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