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Where can I find a sanctuary on a battlefield?
Where can I find the space to breathe?
Living amongst the carbon copies,
How will I learn to be myself
And create a sanctuary?

From sand and stone?
Or ice and snow?
Whether concrete or rough like an angry sea
It's not safe to create a hiding place.

One boy is spiriling upside down,
Another is trying so hard to cry.
In this chaos I cannot find
An ocean untouched by a runaway storm,
The gated place where I was born,
A sanctuary.