As we walk the path of truth
In a world of falling youth
When the lark sings out of tune
Child of an missfortunate age
Lowards the light of inner peace
In our state of foul innovation
Carrying loss with disbelief
It's so hard to cope with all sorrow and grief
We found ourselves
Found ourselves in the mire
We found ourselves
Found ourselves gone astray
Floating on a stream that you can't believe
Moving in a way that isn't real
Where is all I gave?
Was it all done in vain?
We found ourselves
Found ourselves in the mire
We found ourselves
Found ourselves gone astray
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