I want to be the strand
That guides you through the noise
The modern world began
From which we still enjoy
Freedom from consequence
Without our hearts employed
You follow rope in hand
Another broken boy
Who’s going to be a man
Unlike the ones you knew
He’ll never understand
What they put you through
When you’d dream of wonderland
Far from fear and sorrow
Where only light expands
Before this darkness swallowed
So here we are again
As if we had a choice
Our churches turn to sand
I lead with shaking voice
Devoid of confidence
With former selves destroyed
But you hold in glowing hand
The king of modern toys
I found a flame at last
That’s burning the same hue
And though a distance vast
It almost seems see-through
Just like that looking glass
From your favorite story
And though that moment’s past
Here’s its faded glory
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