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Unknown (But Is That A Reason?)
Running through a trail of smoke,
Following the train of words that i spoke.
And i choke,
On the hateful words that once were my cloak.
I wonder if they ever wounded someones heart,
If they were ever the blade that tore one apart.
I wonder if those hearts could ever forgive me,
For being so thoughtless and too blind to see,
We are all just one heart beating the same harmony,
Our souls arent so different, would you not agree?
Its Them,
Those hateful souls that before us condemn,
The hearts & souls of those women and men,
To a lifetime of hate and a memory of when.
When they first witnessed hate at such a young age,
When suddenly life wasnt more than a cage.
And its rage,
That builds up inside them untill they finally engage,
In an act of violence towards these people that wage
War, between different and different on tragedies stage.
They're out of their mind,
Not knowing an eye for an eye leaves the world going blind.
Confined,
In a little dark room in their mind where they hide,
Plotting the distruction of the men that denied,
Their every hope, their every dream,
Their every attempt to regain self-esteem.
But I see,
If there's even a touch of peace inside me,
Then its true to another to even the smallest degree.
Lets all agree,
That we only hate what we dont understand,
And that difference keeps us from lending a hand.
But why hate another for being a different brand?
If we all were the same how could our minds expand?
Lets embrace all our difference and learn from eachother,
We cant smother a person for being their own,
For being a flower on which a diffrent color is shown.
Unknown,
True to the likes of me and you,
Now,
Is that any reason for you to try and subdue?
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