Chains of Silence

Lies bind the soul, but whispers never fade.

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I counted costs, but still I chose the mire

And now the truth turns back to whence it came

A soft voice keeps calling, like moth to the fire.

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My burden heavy, lies that make me tire

The weight of hidden words that I should name

I counted costs, but still I chose the mire

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I crossed a line, my soul now for the pyre

The flames do burn, for bold truths that shame

A soft voice keeps calling, like moth to the fire.

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I let my fear play music on the lyre

Dodging hurts that should bring soul to flame

I counted costs, but still I chose the mire

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I chose a need, a want that was sire

It served to light poor, ruined souls aflame

A soft voice keeps calling, like moth to the fire.

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I chose to bind my peace with lie’s hard wire

I chose to keep the truth in iron chains

I counted costs, but still I chose the mire

A soft voice keeps calling, like moth to the fire.

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