Somewhere © 2020 Matthew Checker
We cut across the lines to find the truth
haven of evil
and when we found you there we came to spare you
haven of evil
your pain is their prize, they hide all your cries
sleepwalk and swallow
insatiable lies of peaceful demise
Gather round my children bold, you’re inheriting a bad bad world
but flick the switch and drop your worry. Free will to be to see to feel
be the beacon of appeal and cut through the evil under the sea so dense,
pretence that clouds the soul: it’s the sole being, that distant memory
Our sentience is shared by many, but how human greed and dominion
cast compassion to the ground without a sound till we search inside
But somewhere, buried deeply in those cold remains
But somewhere, buried deeply, their pain’s our own
You are the ones made to pick up the pieces
you tell the elders supposed to lead us. They need our help –
those brothers and sisters may not look the same may not speak the same
but God what we do to them, they feel like we do, love like we do
live and die like we never could wish another that never harmed us,
gave us trust as we forced them down with pain,
the broken wings, the broken wounds, the broken minds that deny this,
bury it down in the well to forget lest they drown in sorrow
But somewhere, buried deeply in those cold remains
But somewhere, buried deeply, their pain’s our own
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