Dolly and Her Friend III: Foreign Spectrum (The Reflection)

The lines that we draw in the sand
We think, divide, where we stand
We see others from where are
With incoherence, we look far
Away from all that, we create, but deep inside we start to hate
Where others seem to lie and weight, we see what steals their fate

On each side of lines we know, to grow is where we plant and sow
We free ourselves and free from harm, we think we own what we farm
And truth itself dwells further still, apart from where we grow and till
We can't define where truth comes from, nor march to the beat of each battle drum

I see and know, the truth can't grow
If itself is based on me
What seemed to me now cannot free these things I always know and see
The truth cannot bend to my will

I see and know, the truth can't grow
If itself is based on me
What seemed to me now cannot free these things I always know and see
The truth cannot bend to my will

I see and know, the truth can't grow
If itself is based on me
What seemed to me now cannot free these things I always know and see
The truth cannot bend to my will.



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Writer(s): Far From None
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