I looked at the questioning crowd, friends and foes alike,
They picked up stones, as if still needed to strike.
Something in my eyes assured them, they turned away,
I carried the burden of being believed in, since that day.
Today I have the stone and the questioning eyes
But I am looking into the mirror…
They picked up stones, as if still needed to strike.
Something in my eyes assured them, they turned away,
I carried the burden of being believed in, since that day.
Today I have the stone and the questioning eyes
But I am looking into the mirror…
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