The Hidden Gray


Trapped by my own mind
Writing verse after verse
And line after line
While I think,
That the whole world must be blind,
Their conscience asleep
Because I have learned
So many things unknowingly go so deep 

Yet trapped I am still
My heart breaks!
Whereas others barely feel
Worse than the devil's own deal?
You will know, when the harsh pain you yourself will feel

Those who see too much
Sometimes wish to be blinded
I don't, but then,
I can be sometimes a little blind-sighted

You can see the devil
And you must fight it
You already have the great candle
All you have to do is ignite it

Take my words with you, if you shall
Sleep on them
And in your dream the truth will occur
You will see finally
The people who are seeking aid and succor

So many things hidden
So many lies told
So many people suffer
As slowly the devil strengthens his hold

I am not here to preach
I am not here to teach
I am here to say
Because like many, my vision is not black or white
It is the hidden gray.


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