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,

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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