The Disappeared

The ghosts of people walk on by
No tears I see but I know they cry
For the disappeared
Lost to conformity and more I fear

The devil’s triangle they have gone
On their paths they did take wrong
Both ghosts and shadows exist as one
But none are seen under our sun

We dream of what could’ve been
Of what we could’ve seen
But stayed our souls, caged away
Dreaming we may go someday

Now we’re one of the disappeared
Never noticed around here
Part of the system, a clog in the wheel
Lost what’s important, what is real…

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