Images

by StarGirl   Nov 20, 2005


Speak, and tell me what you see.
Speak, and tell me what you hear.
The underlining meaning of what
We think and say.
The Images we can't make go away.
With these images changes us,
It shapes your soul.
This will lead to that.
That will be the past.
We will become the people we hate.
Does it have to be this way?
Of course not.
But you won't be who you are now.

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