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Honest
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innocence The streets are empty
and i walk alone
near the old houses
which seem to scream and moan
I look at my reflection
and it looks back at me
The storm is behind the curtain
yet it is only clouds that I see
The city watches as the people
That walk the streets at night
waiting for someone out there
to show them the nonexistent light
But the frightened children
who are afraid to learn the truth
remain under the curtains
and hide behind the youth
but maturity will come and seek them
and reality consumes the fear
But all thats left is suffering
and the death that lingers near
i watch the flowers rise
to their final bloom
under the city lights
darkness will come soon.
