As Metallica sings me my lullaby
Their ignorant voices filter through my bolt-locked door
They do not know the injustice done to those who were here before them.
"Time marches on, for whom the bell tolls."
Their ignorant voices filter through my bolt-locked door
They do not know the injustice done to those who were here before them.
"Time marches on, for whom the bell tolls."
In the past, I walk with her discussion music.
I tell her my favorite band is Metallica
She looks surprised, fooled by my preppy exterior
She comments: they have very angry music
"Forever trust in who we are and nothing else matters."
I miss the black clad figures of home
I miss the shared hurt, pain, suffering that reflect my own eyes.
I miss the unspoken bond just because of where we were born and how we were raised
Angry music
She has no ideal, cannot begin to fathom it.
I tell her my favorite band is Metallica
She looks surprised, fooled by my preppy exterior
She comments: they have very angry music
"Forever trust in who we are and nothing else matters."
I miss the black clad figures of home
I miss the shared hurt, pain, suffering that reflect my own eyes.
I miss the unspoken bond just because of where we were born and how we were raised
Angry music
She has no ideal, cannot begin to fathom it.
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