"Where am I, where have I reached", she screams
"In distorting dreams of pain,
In depths of pleasured agony,
Where all goodness lies slain."
Is Goodness what it really is,
In this realm of the unreal.
Is she a disciple to the devil,
And did he teach her to feel?
Her mind's a treasure trove of all
That claims to be experience,
Her heart melts at every step
As she weeps for deliverance
Through torrential rains of trouble
She has made it up this far
Buried conscience somewhere along the way
At some unearthly hour
She smiles at everything she learns
Coz knowledge's all she's got
And answers the inner rebel's call
To escape from loneliness' draught
And as she finds her step in the dark,
In this nightmare of old
She holds together her damaged pride
By threads of weathered stone
A ringing laugh in the ghostly chasm
As she falls effortlessly through
"I will rise from the ashes below
And against all, emerge anew"
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What we have, what we want it to be,
Hopes that tie them down and dreams that set them free,
If it came through easy, we wouldn't be happy at all,
Cause before we learn to walk, we're driven by the urge to fall!
The urge to fall and rise
Grow stronger through pain!
So true...So human...
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