these young eyes are naive
these young eyes are naive
each night like new years eve
but i can hear the burden growing
yet i chant to myself (keep going)
to be betrayed by your own skin
astounded like a mother of kissing kin
grounded and humble in my own fire
i am my nemesis, the town crier
plant me in the cold ground
do not confuse my screams for sound
do not let my heavy heart lose hope
i am out of balance like a continental slope
and when they dig me out
they will see, without doubt
that i am human, i am free
so please be good to me
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