RENEGADE
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There’s a distant cry, it’s a broken heart There’s a fallen sky, it’s hell on earth. There’s a sinful wish, it’s a human mind A lifted soul, it’s hard to find. There’s no light, so it’s midday Here day begins when lights fade away. There would be no sun To shine some light- Just burnt out our days We are left with our nights. Trusting our lives to sacred assassins Those men who save are those that devour Riding the world on chariots of blood Embezzling our future at the altar of power. I must not wait till I am spoilt Till I am threatened to my core. I must leave these pleasant shackles now That chained me down to the floor. Out on a journey to lend this voice To the voices that are heard no more. To wipe the past that seems to last And paint a today they never had before. If these eyes can make a thousand see Let this man be the blinded one I would then see a thousand lights When these people would have seen none. It may be soon that I may fail And lose the faith they had in me And there would be no justice made To this odd dream I dared to see. I’ll turn to my faith and take my leave Till the day that I am no more To bring to life the lives that can Save the lives that are cast ashore.
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