Look at me
Can you see what I see?
The world around still pounds at my door
Looking for that long lost soul
Can you find something without a cause?
Or do you put it off like a long pause?
This is no instrument to be fine tuned
When all it did was bend the rules
We are not of the people who are just straight
We like to look things in the face
They say back down and we stand up
Yet they wanna say that strength is for shmucks
I'm up for the for the challenge of fighting the old
And we all know that it is time to mold
Mold our new future and make it for us
Since first of all this should have been a must
But no matter right now
All that needs to be done is make a sound
Show your voice to the aging face
And for once in your life there will be no disgrace
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