The marginalised kind.

Now I know despair will I ever play fair
I feel I am carrying too many woes to spare

To truly dream of peace seems so unfair
This game is love, this game is war, this game may dare
To never fear or never bare
All its pains and all life’s ill affairs

Call me a hippie, call me a skinhead
The devil may care
I don’t understand that phrase and neither do I truly care to fear some imaginary tale of my despair

I might just rise up from the ashes
I might just scream and glare, for all we’ve fought for and for all we share

Don’t forget who you are today or who you were yesterday and definitely do not forget your thoughts’ heir

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