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The Cymbal

The cymbal stands in the night
Amidst the crowd in the darkest of lights
Echoes of a distant past
Fill my screaming head
Music of a different life
Tells me I’m misled
They said I would do good that night
So there I was on the stage with stage fright
I had looked at the crowds, they waved their hands up high
But I felt nothing on the inside
They had put me in the spotlight
But you know what they say, it was too bright
It was too bright for my darkened eyes
For my love was vomit in disguise
But don’t worry, I found a way
Among the rush and in the sway
I saw past what needed seeing
And realized the reality that needed being
So the cymbal still stands in the night
Amidst the crowd in the darkest of lights
A noisy hush among the throng
A noisy hush to hear my song

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