I’ve been running with this white flag. Holding up a candle to the sun. Pointing a finger at all concerned. We must have sold ourselves to war because we’re all empty handed. Fleeting but fighting; join your voice to this choir of one. Its only starting and we’re grabbing at the wind. Come as you are and be forgiven of your sins. Don’t let the sun set on open wounds
No need to forgive, no need to return (Just let me fade away). No need to forgive, no need to return, it’s no better here. And who’s to blame? Who’s to blame?
I hope you find peace I hope someone out there can hear you. If left unfed, we’ll devour ourselves. If left unfed, I fear what we’d become. How were we to know all is lost when we can’t speak? How were we to know all is lost when talk is cheap?
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