Perilous nation

Bold is the one who dares to say what he feels
Renegation man, to one he yeilds
The bleeding hearts and empty minds, hiding words they fear
Blind is the one who censors what we see and hear
Come into my world and take a journey with me
Paint me a portait now, of the things you see

Men are poor and lost in war of ideology
No solution will prevail unless we can be
Free on anger, free of pain
Free of hatred that we obtain
Tell me what this place was meant to be

Can you see? Can you see what it does to me?
Can you hear? Can you red?
Can you see what it did to me!

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