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With an energy resonating thru my bones Exhaling from every porous inch of my skin I am a lighted flame I have no name All I see in your eyes is a reflected face of sins I have rejoiced in all your sticks and stones

Who sat in this seat before me? Did they sit comfortably? Or were they cocked to one side rubbing two fingers to their left brain with the right pressed carelessly against a strange, cold window pane? On rolling, rain-spattered wheels, we find ourselves turning Over-analyzing and relearning the past in different ways Oh how the mind plays these mindless games While we pay the price of sanity, Self-esteem, comfort, security.. These are all things I never had Not saying it wasn't my bad, but how was I to know it was an early grave I'd be digging? Without it, I wouldn't also be sitting Here staring into a world of possibility Of connections to a stranger thru a shared struggle to dig these graves These memorials of lives that could be saved if only we could make a difference Change the course of this common interest.. Whether it was a brother, a mother, or maybe another We've had to sit here for decades pondering the same thing Where would this bus really