Well I was young Well I was young and naive Because I was told Because I was told, so I believed I was told theres only one road that leads me home And the truth was a cave, on the mountain side And Id seek it out til the day I die I was bound I was bound and determined To be the child To be the child that you wanted And I was blind to every sign that you left for me to find And the truth became a tool, that I held in my hand And I wielded it but did not understand I was tired of giving more than you gave to me And I desired a truth I wouldnt have to seek But in the silence I heard you calling out to me...
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