Our realm of life is a queer one to dwell.
A world full of color, beauty, music, light
Dancing round, causing our hearts to swell
With a hope for peace that seems out of sight.
Our realm of life is a queer one to dwell.
A world full of numbers and graphing pies
Tools for us to calculate and tell,
Tracing the dances if the starry skies.
Yet we portray them as antagonists,
We rip these whole beings, and slash them apart.
And the path of pain in our souls persist.
But in our souls we long for a new start.
A place where both spheres could dwell at peace-
A place where the right and lefts’ strife would cease.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Our realm of life is a queer one to dwell.
A world full of color, beauty, music, light
Dancing round, causing our hearts to swell
With a hope for peace that seems out of sight.
Our realm of life is a queer one to dwell.
A world full of numbers and graphing pies
Tools for us to calculate and tell,
Tracing the dances if the starry skies.
Yet we portray them as antagonists,
We rip these whole beings, and slash them apart.
And the path of pain in our souls persist.
But in our souls we long for a new start.
A place where both spheres could dwell at peace-
A place where the right and lefts’ strife would cease.
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