Walk along the razor's edge
Be the feast for every voice
Broken once your people's pledge
Leaves you grasping for a choice
To escape the endless road
In the spotlight of the crowd,
To remove this heavy load
And forever weep aloud,
Weep for loved ones lost to war
In their minds forever caged.
Wise men knock on heaven's door
While the stronger of them raged.
Rage with them, against the fight
That is carried from your door
To a distant solemn site
You have never seen before
Distant clouds within their gaze
Soaked forever in their blood
In their mind's abandoned maze
Spitting in the coming flood.
The Walker in the light
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