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I'm a prisoner in my own mind,
And my thoughts have made me blind,
I keep searching but I never find.
I'm a prisoner in my own mind.

I'm a prisoner in my own head,
And my own body wants me dead.
It's got me stuck here on this bed.
I'm a prisoner in my own head.

I'm a prisoner in my own skin,
And my old soul is wearing thin.
I can't get out, but how'd I ever get in?
I'm a prisoner in my own skin.

I'm a prisoner in my own room,
And no light ever hits the gloom.
A comfortably quite spacious kind of tomb,
I'm a prisoner in my own room.

I'm a prisoner in my own house,
And there's no glim left to douse.
No one to comfort me, not even a mouse.
I'm a prisoner in my own house.

But I'm no prisoner to the world, no doubt.
I'm a refugee they could live without.
So I'll be perfectly still. I'm not gonna shout.
They could wait forever but I'm not coming out.
Part I: Wendy

When did all this begin?
When did we stop caring, stop hurting, stop bleeding?
When did we rip our hearts out and replace it with something devoid of feeling?
When did we grow contempt of everything we see but the one in the mirror staring?
When did we stop seeing people as people, not just another competition in breathing?
When did we become murders of love with all of this hating?
When did we all cease to be human beings?

Part II: Steven

Enough with all this selfishness, all this me first than you,
        where more is given to the many, and less is given to the few.
Must we act like dogs when they throw us a bone or two,
        or must we behave like humans do?

Stop wasting what you have and wanting what you don't,
        in others, it seems to satisfy, but in reality, it won't.

Let go of all this foolish anger, of all this pointless hate,
        for it grows larger by the hour until you get crushed under its weight.
There's nothing a little love can't compensate,
        and forgiveness is never too late.

Think of others, and only take what you need,
        'though your mouth may be the biggest, it's not the only one to feed.

Get down from that high horse, that pedestal you are standing on,
        for all your talk is cheap, and all it ever does is make us yawn.
We were all created the same, brains and brawn,
        and you are just another lowly pawn.

Don't get blinded by desire, for you will never know
        that a single night could forever ruin your tomorrow.

It's time to take action; there's no time to wait,
        for nothing is accomplished when all we do is procrastinate.
Take a look around; there is no later date,
        so let your love be strong enough to motivate.

Part III: Altair*

We may not be able to make a difference to the world,
but we sure could make a difference on individuals' lives,
and perhaps, what we need is a little bit of foolishness
to help us believe that we could do it,
that we could make a change,
that everything's not lost,
that there's still hope left.


Maybe we could still alter the ending...
What's the matter, my soul?
Are you hungry? Are you cold?
Why so restless? May I ask?
Are you looking for another mask?

Where's the old one? Have you lost it?
Shall we search then without respite?
What is it now that you seek?
Is it certainly at that peak?

Shall we leave then from our orbit?
Is it worth losing ourselves just to find it?
What do you say? Can't you speak?
Or do my eyes have to leak?

Why don't you answer, my soul?
Have your burning heart turned to coal?
I'm dying now, can't you see?
Are we empty, or is it just me?
All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

Each ear another one to lie to
Each mouth another one to feed
We're all but a statistic
And a very ugly one indeed

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

Hypocrites in their pedestals
As the sloths complain
The truth is hypothetical
And the self-righteous disdain

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

The sky scraping towers
The roads of traffic and rush
Beauty is only in the papers
And the tip of the artist's brush

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

Cold hearts shame the winter
Causing more damage than flood
We are but the earth's splinter
And we hunger for blood

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

Tomorrow is but a conjecture
Today is what we're worth
Will our children even have a future?
Or have we aborted them by birth?

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names

We have guts for feeling
We have eyes to see
But indifference is more appealing
I hope it's just me

All things dull and normal
All people look the same
All things are but formal
With quite forgettable names
It starts as a faint buzz in your ears
Then you ignore it for days, even years
"It's no big deal. I'm okay," you say
"It will probably just go away."

But it never did, to your displeasure
You did say "probably" for good measure
And you wonder if that single seed of doubt
Would be how your tomorrow turns out

The buzzing grows louder like the chattering of birds
Prefixes and suffixes, but not quite words
You try to make sense of it, but try is all you accomplish
Your only clue is it was spoken in English

Days rolled by without end
The sounds seemed harder to comprehend
But soon enough, you started hearing a tiny voice in your head
The day the batteries went dead

And you take off the headphones you've been wearing all your life
Surprised to discover a world full of violence and strife
I guess that old saying is true, it appears
We only hear what we want to hear

But you can hear me now, can't you?
Tell me you hear the cries of the widows and the fatherless, too
This war is a lie; that is all it ever was
And devour our humanity is all it ever does


But hearing never really gets us anywhere
Tell me what do you do now that you're aware?
Will you march on the streets and spread the word?
Or will you go on pretending like you never heard?


Tell me, tell me, tell me what to do
Good men are dying and we are, too
Open up your eyes; can't you see?
I am you and you are me


The voices grew into cacophony
A harsh, discordant sound devoid of harmony
Into a crescendo it roared along with the bombs of war
Slowly revealing to us the monsters that we are


First went Little Boy then down went Fat Man
The loudest noise ever created by man,
248 decibels, ending a tale of two cities
And then
... silence.
All things are born with a promise of an end
The end of laughter, of life, of love
But to despair is not what these words transcend
But rather what this truth teaches us not
It's a simple reminder to live each day and take each breath
Like it's the last one that we've got
For when its time is due, the memories remain
Forever in our hearts and in our minds
Until the day our own promises are kept at last

— The End —