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Fear to Speak (And more of my works)
Looking down i see others prints
Walking paths plowed by others
Desperately i seek answers not hints
Arm in arm i drudge with my brothers
Gray and flat is the landscape we walk
Dull and tired are our minds
Afraid to speak for fear we might talk
In fear we close our blinds
Revolutionary ideas we must hide
Gathering in coves to plan
With thier rules we are forced to abide
Though they fight it, we know we can
Until the day we raise our fist
We speak to brothers in passing
Our eyes meet and exchange a list
For places we will be massing
Last edited by R0bo; 05-27-2003 at 12:08 AM..
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