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Amongst the lines of the highway

i see the broken faces

Upon the black and gray

i wait for midnights hour

and while the band is playing

it melancholy tune

the street  lights glow and flicker

in remembrance of what i knew  

i do the drive in darkness

it helps erase the past

the only stranger i recognize

is a reflection from the glass

i peer into his darkened eyes

the ones that hold the shame

his quest to find the answers

will only end in pain

twisted man and metal

consumed by heat and flame

gives way to peace and silence

on the road of black and gray