Maybe it is not I?
Maybe it is not you?
Maybe all this is just stuff?
Sticking to us like glue.
Maybe there's angels?
Maybe there's demons?
Maybe there's hope?
Maybe its just feelings?
I see webs of lies holding people under.
I see light in the skies and rolling thunder.
I see you,
I see me,
But I also see tranquility,
Under our bodies,
Lives a soul,
So why do we run from it?
And let pain take a toll?
You may have suffered much,
You may have suffered little,
But you and I are still here,
And I think that's a symbol.
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