Stories Untold

So we cry, like children
Seeing the bad things, hearing about them, wanting to kill those who hail the bads
We cry for a better world, for the good to be found by them

We can talk, babble on about what changes has to be made, never doing anything
That's a typical characteristic for me

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So why?
Have you heard me ask that before...?
I've asked that so many times we both know that why by heart.
I am someone.
But who?
I am something, but what...and why?
I could take your answers and make them mine...ours.
You promised that, didn't you?
You gave it to me, and said; Here, talk this, think this, belive this...
And what do I do...
Look at the past, listen to the mindtwisters words...
Maybe I should make up my mind abuot what side I stand on.
Maybe I should let it die.
"Maybe" ?
...
I need to feel you.
I have that on my heart.
To feel you.
Close..
Caring..
Just need to know...

And here we go
Walking down the line of mistrust
Hey, Jack...whos' running you?
Just keep running
Just keep running
...keep running...
It'll make it all worse...running.
Shuting your eyes for the true words, the words revealing what's right, who you are.
It'll make it all worse, shuting your eyes, running...
And when the spirit tells you a truth, to try to wake you up...
...you cry...
A pain worse than the old one.
The pain of truth.
The pain fo letting go.
Pain of hangin on.
When your flesh, even your heart, says no...
But there is a yes, somewhere down there, deep inside...
I've heard it
I've felt it
So, here we go
Spiritual roller coaster
Ups' n' downs'...
Funny thing is; you only say whee when you go up...
And the downs' make you believe you've lost it all.
...that you're being tested...?