I know what it is to be new and bright Shinning amongst the tinged and dull A light in the valley of conversation A shadow cast strong behind old folks I know what it is to live in the annex Silent thoughts louder than traffic A siren blaring every now and then Your prayers being heard go unread Prisoners walking atop a cageless globe You see I am dulling, worn from gloat Our conversations turn to arguments Now lie, my brother, lie as we lament |