some are born in rivers fall
some are born in mountains tall
some are born amongst the stars
some are born through tears and scars
there is no bearing on our paths
by Pythagoras, geometry, maths
we make our way through this tough life
a tightrope upon a cut edged knife
i feel like now i have no choice
a bleeding throat, i've lost my voice
opinions censored for no mans ear
a lashback from a fascist fear
i long to have my opinions heard
not disenchanted by what i've said
for someone close to stand by me
not of interpretations that they see
is it so that we can not be
then let me go and you will see
for love lives on beyond the last
a thousand fish, the net is cast
its not the end we both do know
hate again within shall grow
so let us look beyond the sea
new loves sail in i guarantee
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