They testified in the dead of the night,
back when they said it's complicated trying to live in the light,
But when the hourglass is faded and the photos are gone then we'll share.
I read some answers that I don't want to know,
and it shows the poets hands, they've been shaking with prose,
And I know that he's a witness but he saw it alone and he's scared.
Together we'll try this,
and we both have some things to say.
While we're on the ride, I live and I die for danger,
I shouldn't be long here.
We all feel ready, but we're not living.
The cities riddled with their powerful scorn,
and it's clear that their conditions left them out in the cold,
A day's ambition was enough to be bold but things change.
They took to leaving when the rally adjourned,
and again I read the letters feeling pale as a ghost,
In the place that we were meeting where the sun never shows,
I remain.
Together we'll try this,
and we both have some things to say.
While we're on the ride, I live and I die for danger,
I shouldn't be long here.
The struggle is timeless,
But I still think your hearts the same.
But that's not my place, I live in the face of danger,
I think we belong here.
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