Flowers and Weeds

There are flowers in the attic,

there are weeds in the backyard.

We try to clean up missconceptions,

but we don't know where to start.

We are drowning by the poison

that is living in our hearts,

we want to clear this world of blindness

while it's tearing us appart.

Now we have lost all that we stand for

and all that we had to give,

so we stand here empty handed

to confront all that there is.

And as we watch this world of caos

and look back at what we did

we can't kill the attic fire

so we sleep now with the weeds.

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