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Holding on to pain, while screaming to be freed from it, by crying wolf... |
| So close but yet so far So close and yet so far away Always reaching But never feeling The apparitions they point the way Haunting from within us, to possess Us with what we desire To which we would salute “Sire” And yet with adolescent disdain Turn to scream our song So loud ,so sure, so long Till it all its shouts are in vain Subject to fear Subject to vanity Subject to regret To which we will not let go |