The kind of wakefulness
That let's me play charades
With shadows, forgiving
As the shell breaks
And slowly I stand
Tall, but so small
A voice
But no noise
For the sweetest
Words
From these lips
Today
Seem like
A cry
A massive cry
Of human revolution
Surrounded
Surrounded
Surrounded
By shattered boundaries
Even though
The station is low
It is now
Or never
Each in his own
But common
In intent
Good or bad
Sad or happy
This is victory
Victory for all.
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