Betrayal under my nose
Close my eyes as reality blows...
Recalling the victim of society
Corrupted minds are ready to be purified...
Standard cubic room,
high square windows...
Something all too familiar was creeping
Sneaking around the dark corner quietly...
I believe that everything happens for a reason,
People change so that you learn to let go...
Dolls of girls and boys
dancing a vicious dance...
I'm late again so i slip in the last pew, they...
I try to understand whats going on, I listen...
Whispers of Maybe
Copyright May 29, 2008 Corinne Curcio...
Sitting, listening, watching still,
Movements caressing daylights will...
Between life and death
exist a fog of souls...
Some people cannot face truth
And there lies the danger...
Pull your tongue out and cut off your fingers,
The defeat in your will sweetly lingers...