People of trust
Are always
On the run
Eyes of belief
Are always
Out to sea
Unburden my burdened mind
Compassion is quite the find
Who are you?
Hold me Lord
Come down off your high horse
I've stated all I know
I've stated all I know
I've given all I have
To eyes that have known
To eyes that have known no life
Succumbed by the dopamine strife
Give soul to my soulless mind
Compassion is quite defined
Always meat to the grind
Who are you?
Who are you?
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