

And We Call Them WrongWe got it Your violence your heartbreak We hide it Within the films on our camera phones And we Pretend we dont see it Hide our eyes in fear Say its grotesque and it shouldnt be shown But we refuse to see The harsh reality of the lifes we choose just not to see And when it all goes down we call them wrong But what are we, what have we done We closed our eyes and turned our backs Plugged our ears and closed our mouths Let it happen without a doubt And we call them wrongAnd We Call Them Wrong
Whos to blame for a young life lost?


Walk A Thin Blue LineYou keep resistingWalk A Thin Blue Line
And you curse
And you yell
You want nothing to do with us Nothing at all until everything goes to hell When youre in the wrong And were in the right You yell and you curse and you put up a fight
Yet still we arrive Well even turn on the lights Doesnt matter who you are well race to the sight And its a terrible shame That you dont respect the sight Of someone in blue protecting your rights
Yet you curse and you yell And you scream and you badger You disrespect and yo


Two way communicationConversations, They work both ways I dont know what youre expecting of me Or what you expect me to sayTwo way communication
Something has changed now that Ive gone away Its like you dont need me Didnt want me to stay Im just a ghost of the past that time swept away
The clock hands move forward Your hands beg me to stay But Im already out the door An image left but nothing more Your grasping hands realized too late That this fading ghost has found a new place
Conversations, They work both ways You coul
a fall rain

BrokenBrokenBroken
The image of a mirror,
cracked and shattered
the image in the mirror unclear
without form.
what was beyond the mirror
reflection of hope
reflection of dreams
reflections of axioms
just a reflections
now an illusion
shattered
reflects nothing but shards of itself
an illusion reflected upon itself
eternally
in pieces.
© Aesthene 2006
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Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
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The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions. ~Adlai Stevenson, speech, New York City, 28 August 1952
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Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
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"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved."
-Mother Teresa
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Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
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"Did you dream?"
No
"Tell me a dream?"
I rarely dream
"You're broke."
Quote from an awesome comic by Fehed Said & Shari Chankhamma called 'The Clarence Principle'! Vist their website link
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