Underneath the starry sky
Something that we wish we could be
As we hide behind a mask, a facade, a lie?
Looming over the mountain peaks
Where the heavy clouds tumble down their rain
But still a secret which we seek
Over and above graves the tulips have lain.
Lost amid a fog of helplessness and despair
So many puzzle pieces strewn
Trying to find our way through the lair
Navigating the paths of ruin.
The time has come to wash our soiled hands
And to leave behind what is the past
To march on forward over our newly discovered lands
Our fears and cautions, to the winds we cast.
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