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| 'Cry Out Loud' From Let the end try the man |
A blank canvass is held by time high,
No words can tell the right path to take,
No memory gives the reason why,
This transient life is fragile and fails
To capture the essence that calls
From beyond the horizon to few that hear
The event before the present falls.
No sign has been written that shows my way,
I paint a blank canvass with white,
To hold words that simple thought can create,
And show this holds all secrets in light.
This moment in time will pass like the rest,
While justice is blinded by lies,
No words can relate the pain I feel,
When I hear the future’s childish cries.
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