We stand outside always looking in.
We could not sacrifice ourselves
Just to fit in.
No one ever knew us as a friend.
Just not like everyone else
Is that a sin?
They cannot stand our blasphemies
But do not mind their own,
Stop please.
Maybe we all got lost within the trees
Searching for a home
Amidst the fallen leaves.
Who made them God and cast us out?
It's hard not to listen
When they shout.
Cares of the world we can do without
Like black silk ribbon
In the wind cast about.
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