I am deeply afraid of the night
White roses bleed beneath the hollow tree
I see love through Paradise
I do not worship heavy vandalism
Power to the poets that ring true!
We dare to be different
And no one understands us like Jesus
Whenever I listen to Bob Dylan
I feel like a rolling stone
Freewheeling through obstacles that appear
In my mind the bully is a clown
Laughing without a sound
The hills are alive, but where are they now?
A thousand misfits become bullies by dawn
My heart, my pen, my profound thought
Draws a picture of the vast unknown
A nation that is destined to lose
Voices rise against the wind
I am the fortunate one
Dying to be heard yet again
The world is a danger zone
Beware of the bully
Fighting to take your place.
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