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A Storm of Tears
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The dream still lives
and never dies.
One day I'll fly
in endless skies,
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but you abuse me
and confuse me
with your papered lives
and lies,
​
so you won't find me
in your tortured maze
of social pressures.
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I won't go along
because I don't belong.
You have me all wrong.
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I thought one day
I could get away,
but I'm caught,
trapped in thought,
the past's reflection.
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I'll soon forget
this world, and yet
I'll still feel its pain
like a driving rain,
a storm of tears.
05/07/1976
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