Missing Persons, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

walls of nameless faces with aging ink 
Slowly penetrating bloodless lies 
Every day were stretching father 
Into a sea of missing children 
The slip below the eluding water with out a sound
Insecurities drag another soul below 
They’re looking on in silence 
Consumed with in there trials 
Reaching out to save those who cannot sink 
And with a hint of weakness 
Our safety line is cut 
Patrons file up with hardened eyes 
To watch each other disappear 
We praise so loudly the success 
That our soft whispers soon unmask
Were not afraid to stand up screaming for our rights 
Just when it counts we're nowhere to be found 
Our campaigning troops have walked away still clamoring for
a chance 
So once again we’ll drift away in a see of faceless names
While we burn away our life 
Thus granting us our righteous truth
Posted: 2006-04-16 19:19:38 UTC

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2006-02-23 21:25:53lost the lonely dead
cynical? but true..