The silence creeps through the valley of misunderstanding.
The lies grow as weeds in an unkempt garden.
Who are you to tell me how to live, how to be.
Trust is essential here, in this foreign land.
Belief in ourselves, disciples of our own religion.
I am trusting you with myself, trust me.
This is not a battle.
We are no Trafalgar.
You are not Nelson.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
The silence creeps through the valley of misunderstanding.
The lies grow as weeds in an unkempt garden.
Who are you to tell me how to live, how to be.
Trust is essential here, in this foreign land.
Belief in ourselves, disciples of our own religion.
I am trusting you with myself, trust me.
This is not a battle.
We are no Trafalgar.
You are not Nelson.
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