Admist the crowds of the sinners and saints
All of them beckoning, yet none of them near.
All of them beckoning, yet none of them here.
Somewhere along the way I became nothing more
than these shades of grey.
Not quite a memory, and not quite a dream,
but somewhere in between.
So step by step I continue to move
But still have nothing to prove.
But still have nothing to lose.
What will it take to get me off this bed?
Is this what happens when leaders are led?
So finally I turned towards you and said.
"Honey, ain't no such thing as the living dead."
I know the same emotions as everyone else.
Yet still they won't be felt.
I drink the same drink as everyone else.
Yet still my body melts
I have the same problems as everyone else.
Yet still I fold what I've been dealt.
What will it take to get me off this bed?
Is this what happens when leaders are led?
So finally I turned towards you and said.
"Honey, ain't no such thing as the living dead."
Where does our soul go, after we go?
Where does innocence go, after we grow?
Where does memory go, when we're not remembered?
Where do we go, when we're led by the shepard?
I'm nothing more than these shades of grey.
Surviving in a world of night all day.
I'm nothing more than these shades of grey.
Surviving in a world of night all day.
Admist the crowds of the sinners and saints
All of them beckoning, yet none of them near.
All of them beckoning, yet none of them here.
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Submission Name: Shades Of Grey
