We walk these same dark streets alone
Illusion speaks to ones unknown
Perplexed with fear drives crossbone eyes
To overlook a clear blue sky
We hold each end of braided rope
A tug of war to which envokes
A pull towards a peaceful mind
Forfeit an uninspired bind
We speak in sync a twisted tongue
Deep breaths of carbon fill our lungs
These walls left black and charred with dust
Through dirt and filth that covers us
A pure, unseen diversity
Washed clean our dreams in open sea
Our prominence to will of word
A dominance one side unheard
We are but one and one are we
Ripped in half so forcefully
Two sided, is it friend or foe?
Two halves divided. We'll never know
