We kept our soles clean


Every scratch was a reflection of how far we have come

Lanterns were singing lullabies of how deep darkness is

Maybe we should scatter the open fields and play dead among thorns

I wonder if my kids understand the pin of my life

Every code leads to an army unknown to me

We should take the easy way out and maybe we will find our path again

Our crying bodies have tainted every texture of guilt

Is it how we ought to surrender our humanity in exchange for pride



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