SHOULD I TAKE MY FISTS AND BANG
AGAINST THE HEAVENS
RAISE THEM HIGH TOWARDS THE SKIES
SHOULD I SHOUT AND RAGE AGAINST
THE INSANITY
WOULD THE WORLDS SUFFERING SUBSIDE
FOR THE ROADS WE TRAVEL
HAVE BEEN WALKED BEFORE
THE PATH WORN
DEEP AND WIDE
BY WEARY SOULS
THE WORDS WE SPEAK
BUT SIMPLY
ECHOS OF WORDS
HEARD LONG BEFORE

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