dare
We all sit in our own booth
ears straining to hear our song
Others walking quick stepped or slow
footfalls of mercy or damnation we do
never know - as we sit in our own booth -
contemplating a new song, a verdant new
beginning - emerging from souled cement
from our own booth, blinking softly in the light
we dare to open the gate ...
we dare to open the gate.
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