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It's Not Just Children Afraid of the Dark
My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid
Consistency is nature's way
To beat along the trodden path
with well-worn shoes and a woolen cap
pulled low below the eyes
to drag you down
You won't come round
To sleep is child's play
My dreamer, believer, be a little afraid
Between the paths of right and wrong, you stay,
and skate, and slide between
and dive between
each page of justice and morality
Feigning immortality
Creating your realities
All lines and angles
Fighting lions with angels
My dreamer, believer, be a little afraid
You're a rope stretched taut with both ends frayed
A knot for strength but not for length
Survivability being a relative word
It's more about depth than rate of breath
and exactly where is anyone's guess
Blinking, binding, tie it tight
watch as eyes turn gray
My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid
Hiding behind your debts to pay
and pale and balanced pride
Hold onto the pieces, lest one fall off
Cast them all up and will them aloft
Innocence is ordinary
Resonance extraordinary
Through blurring lines and turning times
are secrets, clouds in disarray
My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid
With rising stakes and fatal quakes
it's no coincidence it rhymes with brave.
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