The cars won't start,
There is no more food,
And I hardly care
The city is quiet,
The people glow,
What strange clothes they wear
When did they leave their homes so safe,
And where find this sacred light?
Tell me, Lovely,
That I might know,
That I too may join the night
For that which use to speak with me
Speaks with me no more
There use to be a wall for me,
But I cannot find the door
If relevance is to feel,
To feel your beating heart
And freedom is to nullify
The striving head, in part,
I am in the labyrinth,
Neither relevant nor free
Lead me home by the hand
Sister I cannot see.
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