The temperature outside is very cold
Lower than any records hold
A million flakes combined as one
But the same, there are none
Staring at the mounds of snow
Each flake unique it does not show
So you say they’re all the same
And my words; a childish game
But men on earth they are one
Men the same, there are none
And me I set myself apart
I am different soul and heart
So you still look down on me
Ignorance the lock my mind the key
So shut it out is what I’ll do
I will no longer listen to you



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