so i’ll wait and see the joys of the tears
and look through the eye of the storm
with a twenty-twenty vision
while stepping on a floor of red, oh red
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
I'll Stand Again In This World Of Hate
so i’ll wait and see the joys of the tears
and look through the eye of the storm
with a twenty-twenty vision
while stepping on a floor of red, oh red
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