Tales Of Another Epoch

I can hear murmurings 
Sweet whispers in my ears
And I wait
Until the smoke clears
To really discern
What is going on
It’s been years
Since I felt I belonged
And someone’s gotta say it
Call a spade a spade
But you need both tree and sun
To make the shade
And I’m into realism
But I’m also idealistic
I don’t want this century
To repeat the statistic
Errors of a previous generation
Am I getting above my station
To say it’s gotta stop
And I don’t wanna play bad cop
But the letters on my tongue
Are spilling ink
And there’s nothing for the truth
To do but sink
In as we realise what we all do
I am just the reflection of you

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