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FORGE.

FORGE.

I hear the call and wonder where its from
Over there its just a wilderness
A barren soil supporting barren life
I know it is where, I must make, a stand.

It matters not when you lose your way
Tired are eyes, that have seen it all
But how the mind seeks to clarify
You know it cannot be this way.

Open your mind to what you see
Don’t listen to them
What do they know that has gone right
Listen to me
How can I be my worse enemy, no nothing is all.

They tell you they were always on your side
Who do you believe when day is done
Count the blessings from who they come
And now tell me, where do you stand.

They mean nothing at all.

I light a candle to bring you home
Who asks no questions and tells no lies
And now the trodden soil is above
Where will the blame lie for not standing up.

You cant tell me you tried
Where were the battles you fought
I see no bloodshed and hear no cries
No-one has to die, but it just seems a waste.

The push, the pull, where to join in
The smoking booth of self repent
There they forge with fire and the steel
The mind, they seek, to create.

I don’t feel that this is the end
Without them what is there – nothing at all
We need the fight to keep us alive
But do we need this – I don’t know.

But I can tell you, I don’t want you.

GRUM

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