The Falling Kind by Vedera
Should we even wonder why our hearts are torn?
Why our image is based on this broken city?
Should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness?
Innocence is seen as weakness, laughter at as naïve.
And it's these things that hold you down
when they're supposed to keep you safe and sound.
And it's these things you claim to believe
don't let them be the ones you forever try to please.
It's a scene that leaves you cold
but why choose anything else and lose your place in line?
May I ask one thing, how do you think this will work out?
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