I blend in with the crowd
Of those, who’s kin to me.
Who’s tattered, needless and empty,
Extinguished and bowed as shouldn’t be.
I blend in with the crowd
Of Others, who’s no place,
Of Others, who’ve lost all faith and nerves,
But all the still saved their face.
Of Others, who’ve had a rough lesson
From life and those in flock,
Of Others, ***** walled-up to the limit,
Whose souls are under the barn lock.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
I blend in with the crowd
Of those, who’s kin to me.
Who’s tattered, needless and empty,
Extinguished and bowed as shouldn’t be.
I blend in with the crowd
Of Others, who’s no place,
Of Others, who’ve lost all faith and nerves,
But all the still saved their face.
Of Others, who’ve had a rough lesson
From life and those in flock,
Of Others, ***** walled-up to the limit,
Whose souls are under the barn lock.
