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Outside the circle of everything 

The steady cries of freedom ring 

When failure comes and failure goes 

The price we paid? God only knows.
When we sit upon the spire 

We wish to climb ever higher 

Lofty springboards and ambitions

Are robbed by our war of attrition 
When the splitting stream 

Steals someone’s dream 

Do they silently agree?

Or do they need 

To count life’s every misdeed?
When we touch bottom 

Each stone and pebble so worn 

It is by the Earth 

That a tattered soul be reborn 
It’s ok
The past is done 

The horizon before us 

A new place to run