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In A School Of Fish
My heart is gone alone like a sold wolf
Hearing the cries of the pack in the foothills of founded oaks
Too stubborn the seek the comfort of voices
Howling from the lips of trusted company
I have grown to be an orphan in a land of love
Ignoring the simplest gestures and the teachings of truth and trust
Certain that in my own wisdom I could survive
Knowing that naivety would prove a cliff from which to fall
In a mad instant the height quickly vanished
As my heart grasped the air for stronghold within the panic
My soul knew its safety was not in a net
But rather in a school of fish being gathered
