I am not the black sheep of the family. I am the wolf.
Society deems the strong hold the power
The weak are controlled then slowly devoured
Guided by greed with no will of their own
Some lives will be shattered by the toss of a stone
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Locked in a cell of insanity, she weeps
Nothing left but the memories she keeps
Chained to the past by cold misery
Stuck in the past, no future to see
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Strangers walk in distant lands
In jungles dense, on desert sands
But who'd have thought I'd live with one
Or give him love and call him son
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As I wake from my dreams of an unhappy past
I cry for I live in the shadows that they cast
From my lonely bed of sorrow, I rise for the day
As I wipe the teardrops from my eyes, I kneel down and pray
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