Beacon

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She wants to be a beacon

But she’s feeling like a blinder

Oh, if she were in season

Hell, she’d be the brightest flower

To be somebody’s reason

To be somebody’s tower

She’d try anything

… in her power

But Reality is changing

Every time she turns around

And Reality is not without a doubt

Her Mentality is chasing

Butterflies among the moths

And Brutality

It leaves her feeling lost

She’d like to be the headlights

But she’s feeling like a smokescreen

A tack upon the road

A pool of flaming oil

She looses Sight

Of the light

When she turns to point the way

And in the dark

With thunder heart

She yearns to find a place

And Reality is changing

Every time she turns around

And Reality is not without a doubt

Her Mentality is chasing

Butterflies among the moths

And Brutality

It leaves her feeling lost

Some build upon the rock

Some build upon the sand

But here upon the ocean

Is where she prefers to stand

And as the swell will rise

She knows the swell will fall

So soon enough she learns

… to love it all

And Reality is nothing more

Than orbit round a star

And reality is singing in the dark

Her mentality is savoring

Each wing upon the wind

And Brutality

Can’t help but giving in…

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