Hiding behind our Song

Hold your breath when the blackbird flies,

Without the mask, where will you hide?

Count to seventeen to close your eyes,

Cant find yourself, lost in your lies.

Make a choice, before the music drowns you out,

You've got a heart as loud as lions, so why let your voice be tamed?

Raise your voice every single time they try and shut you mouth,

We're a little different, there's no need to be ashamed.

The End

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