These things never change
A man whose life, was hidden away from the sun
The modern proverb
The most sacred of all
In my hand, no longer
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A man in the corner, pleads for our change
Year after year, he sits here
This must now, be his home
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Isolated, an endless crusade of complacency
It's almost if you never have to leave
Many feel as if they never do
Their futures, forgotten
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