Your voice, my favorite sound.
A tall choice, I may never live down.
They're shrouding their faces with their hands, a subtle restraining by design, how am I expected to come so much farther out.
They are declaring both sides.
I am awake.
I am declaring my side.
One push, then another.
One view hides the other.
All sides come together.
Holding up, holding in.
With a hand raised and standing their ground,
comes a cold shame pouring down from their mouths.
These boundaries designed to leave us feazed.
A subtle device to urge me down,
and still I am expected to come so much farther out.
They're declaring both sides.
I'm awake!
And, I'm declaring my side.
Now you are sound,
so they say.
Come around,
come away,
holding out,
never mind your own way.
They are declaring both sides.
I am awake.
And, I am declaring my side.

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