Faces slide in and out of focus
People I once knew disappear
They come and go in waves
Like seashells washed up on a beach

Fake people
They don't really care about you
They, too, have a sense of reality
Locked away beyond high walls in their minds

The good ones go through hell
But God built them to be strong
They learn their lessons
They pass wisdom along

You can't escape reality
I walk through bloody meadows in my mind
They make beauty ugly with their hate
Painting the skies with their carelessness

They take advantage of Earth's greatest beauty
Not realizing that it, too, is alive
The trees hold their hate on each branch
Until the wind carries it away

They say that pretty lies cover up the ugly truth
But the 'ugly truth' can take us further
 
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