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It's what I find when I'm on my own In a ballroom all alone, Guests around me fill the room Yet silence rules in this gloom Though they speak I cannot hear All their words file past my ears Should they find that I am near All their words will disappear And I would fly where no others have flown Soar through the blue sky all alone And nobody sees what I've seen It's not a ceiling it's just a screen A bird in the sky high above my head High in the blue all he sees is red Blood on the ground, in the sea, and the air At a time of hunting it's hardly fair As I watch it soar it sheds some light On a topic as dark as night That mankind set in his ways Will destroy everything worthy of praise Sadly, speculation does none too good Action and reaction does more than I could Should I talk and do no more Letras de cancionesPessimism props open the door For reality I wouldn't pay Optimism holds the quote of the day A great injustice done by my kind The world will fix it through us the blind From Letras Mania