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Reaching out to your subconscious insecurities,
he plays upon your prejudice and fears,
images unseen, ignorance keeps your conscience clean,
words cried out in despair you'll never hear

Running from the wraiths of sorrow,
searching for the angels of tomorrow
They reside beyond the reaches of
the folded arms of justice that keep us all
displaced and then disowned,
despised and demonized,
the winter of humanity

A cold wind sweeps the nation
as children of the light rise up
as beacons in the night
to show the way

Memories
return me to the hour,
my longing
reveals my heart
This journey into my darkest fears
yet holds me upon this path

A cold wind sweeps the nation
as children of the light rise up
as beacons in the night
to show the way

Freedom twice denied,
restrained with words that serve to keep
they call upon the spirits of their past
Images remain, innocence fades away to pain,
Words spoken in defense they'll never hear.

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