I remember the endless longing
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that called inside of me
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from fountains of expression
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trying to break free.
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Nothing left to say
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when the walls give way.
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Still I can faintly recall
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the subtle purity
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of youthful inspiration
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and insecurity.
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Nothing left to say
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when the child finds his way.
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Pride and the drive that started the dream
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turned in time to an endless obsession.
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Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion.
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Desires bind the truth to secrecy
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but behind the aspirations I see
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a life devoted to blind ambition
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and a mortal man searching for eternity.
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Behind the desires
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and the wall that gave way
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there's a forgotten cause
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consumed by the day.
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Behind the ambitions
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of a child who found his way
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there's a cold realization
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that our deeds die with the day.
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And behind the disguise
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of a man with a cause
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there's a child screaming
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with nothing left to say.
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Paralyzed by inhibitions
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and indecisions.
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What was once a release
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is now a prison.
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Nothing Left To Say
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| Fates Warning |
