Safe, sound and trapped just the same
A cage replete with its own sense of shame
Move quickly, the door it is open, ajar
Bask in the shadows to conceal the deep scar
Breathe ever deeply, a lung of fresh air
Exhale the toxin of doubt and of scare
Over your shoulder from where you once came
Freedom replete with its own sense of shame
Grope in the darkness for new chains that bind
Panicked and frenzied, your new daily grind
Snuff out your passion and smother your hope
Drink the elixir, a new way to cope
Find yet another new place to dwell
Give up once more, your new private hell
A cage replete with its own sense of shame
Safe, sound and trapped just the same
Blind Man's Doubt
Now we discard the old
How could we be so blind
And celebrate its loss
And strike it from our mind
Then we embrace the new
Invest in it our hope
And condemn ourselves to
The same piece of rope
How could we be so blind
And celebrate its loss
And strike it from our mind
Then we embrace the new
Invest in it our hope
And condemn ourselves to
The same piece of rope
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