Born in what was left of yesterday’s world,
You thought you could come and tell me what was real,
You tried to hide and seek,
Thinking it was okay to delve in make-believe.
I’ve been here before,
Where you take your steps so lightly,
I am not the child of yesterday’s war,
I’ve been here much longer
Tip toe,
My being circumvents your desires
For I tread carefully,
Where you step so easily
What is it like to live where you are?
Thousands of miles away in a compass direction,
It makes you think you’re thousands of miles higher,
Oh, so much nobler
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