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There’s a sort of wisdom in silence, I wish I could follow
‘Cause each time I speak it seems my chest gets hollow
But I guess this doesn’t stop my voice from singing a song
A song that shows the joy I share in this life that goes on to long
But I guess this doesn’t mean I’m not wise! Though I’m not
It just means I enjoy the beauty of a poet who doesn’t understand
And even without understanding shines a wisdom not his own
Though never truly gaining wisdom because he thinks its his to stand
Living his life on a small amount of cash and a debt gained by loans
I’m not wise though wiser than most, I think Socrates once said
Because everyone around him thought they had what was best
But all the while not understanding that they could barely be kept and fed


Oh God, what foolish creatures you’ve made that try and rely on what they know will die
But is this to put away the wisdom of a person who could create from nothing without a lie
Oh far be it for me to put anyone down for wisdom they don’t possess when neither do I
Oh God, I just want to lay down and die knowing that in death I can actually possess something
And in death living for something better than my previous life could ever give in anything
Oh God, Oh God, forgive us for we know not what we do…