Free to question why
to seek the truth
and weed out all the lies
The banter of the innocents
Running through my mind
The vanity and arrogance
echo the voices of absurdity
What do you call the point
between the silence and the sound?
What do you call the angels
turned inside out?
What do you call the dreamers
taken from their dreams?
What do you call me now?
Free to speak your mind
ignore the truth
to see and still be blind
The shattering of innocence
The guilt inside my head
An isolated circumstance
leads to a feeling of uncertainty
Free to see the light
to hear the truth
and know it's just a lie