The Counseled

Gale

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Aarrival under a brand new sun
No one knew better, especially the young

When their character was washed away
They stood in line and held their heads up high
Who’s to say they were wrong?

Now let us take a knee for a life
This poor lost soul was just never right, like me

Hold your words
Remove the tongue

Deprive the head
Of its privilege