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Sleepless nights and dreary days Was this the only way? Stained eyes and rampant thoughts Not only truth has these visions brought We saw too much, we learned too fast It will never be left as the past Warped realities and dreams misconstrued A covenant is what was brewed We endured these restless nights Hoping this idea would set things right Were these trips we took in vain? Now we question : are we sane? We saw too much, we learned too fast Never knew what would last Through the light and through the veil We were shown darkness can't prevail We were given that for which we prayed Countless choices we never made We should have never played this foolish game Nothing will ever be the same We saw too much, we learned too fast Never did we guess what was cast Fleeting remnants we cannot survive I'm surely glad were still alive Did we waste our time? Driving down the darkness Searching for an answer?
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Searching for an Answer
Sleepless nights and dreary days Was this the only way? Stained eyes and rampant thoughts Not only truth has these visions brought We saw too much, we learned too fast It will never be left as the past Warped realities and dreams misconstrued A covenant is what was brewed We endured these restless nights Hoping this idea would set things right Were these trips we took in vain? Now we question : are we sane? We saw too much, we learned too fast Never knew what would last Through the light and through the veil We were shown darkness can't prevail We were given that for which we prayed Countless choices we never made We should have never played this foolish game Nothing will ever be the same We saw too much, we learned too fast Never did we guess what was cast Fleeting remnants we cannot survive I'm surely glad were still alive Did we waste our time? Driving down the darkness Searching for an answer?
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
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