The sense of fear on which you feed   When the people can抰 believe   The things they read   We抳e been brought up to feel left out   Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt      The pieces rise and rearrange   And all the smiling faces seem so strange   With tacit symmetry and prose   I feel the doors behind me close      You抮e here alone inside this crowd   You抳e faced the world and made us proud   But when the bitterness returns   There抯 nothing left to hide the burns      I抳e waited   I抳e written on promises and dreams   A thousand times   Still relegated to these lines      Like water untainted the sad.   Quixotic trail I抳e left behind   Somehow it echoes in my mind   And it almost feels like coming home