There is a place that we go
Where we house the dark thoughts
We hope no one will ever hear
It’s the voice of what if
Where no light can exist
And it is always driven by fear
We walk through our days
With a voice in our heads
And actually think it is ours
And we spin and we mask
And we don’t think to ask
Does this come from our truth or our scars?
We look outward to gather
More stuff like a cloak
To wrap our true selves in and hide
We pile on more
Not knowing what for
Stuck crying alone on the inside
We say we are lonely
While never alone
Still surrounded by so many others
Who keep their heads down
Not looking around
To see all the gifts of their brothers
When will we know
That laughter and song
Compassion and love and attention
Can break down the walls
And let us be our all
Its as easy as having intention
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