Let Down from Autumn Songs by A Choir of Lions

A wonderful life,
With hope things will get better.
Silver linings a prize,
To keep us content in our misery.

These little things are just that,
With no meaning and no purpose.
We are conditioned to find,
Worth in things destined for landfill.

And I’m not sold on this certainty,
That we fit into these spaces.
As this land holds no kindness,
Nor admiration for our will to be.

Too cold,
To have a heart.

We leave,
Like birds,
Falling for their prey.

Dancing aimlessly through this life.
With no voices to guide me,
No feelings of faith
To trap me.

I’ve left the thought of a god.
Up on the bookshelf to gather dust.

Cynic.

You gave me no reason,
To keep believing in you.
You gave me no reason,
To keep believing in you.

I gave you no reason,
To keep believing in me.
I gave you no reason,
To keep believing in me.

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