Broken Beak

Given the choice of being proud or weak
I'd lose myself in a thought just trying to speak
Bounded by the quiet kid in me
Wandering, dancing, and living in apathy

I thought about doing a dance in traffic
I thought about what I can see
But this time what it seems like is just what it proves to be

On a path forged by trusted elders
Hoarding the feelings of change
But this time, I realize my blood's not thicker than rain

Bluffing a life
Rolling the dice
Needing a sign to know what is right

Stirring the spite
Blurring my sight
Fueling the light for a crisis

Bluffing a life
Rolling the dice
Needing a sign to know what is right

Stirring the spite
Blurring my sight
Fueling the light for a crisis night

Killing the choice that made me obsolete
Disguised in pride and crowd mentality
I'll never lose my voice from a broken beak



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Grimaldi
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