These days seem crazy
I spend most of my time
Travelling up and down these mixed- up streets
I no longer see the dirt and grime.
Sometimes the lights are dimmer
But tonight they're glowing bright
All around me people are living their lives
And I can feel that something's right.
In some eyes there is a spark
Of dreams that keep them alive
And I wonder why I am so different
But I know that I'll survive.
Maybe I am just an observer
I'm rooting for neither side
I sit in the stands and say nothing
Clinging to shadows where I can hide.
They never heard the words spoken
It might have been a strange dialect
Broken heart and battered faith
No longer searching for respect.
I think I belong to the off-white times
Between technicolour and black-and-white
Where peace was still in style
And where the might was with the right.
But I'll live my life as a spectator
Quiet in the crowd
I'll write about it; record it in my heart,
And never speak out loud.
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