I am the stranger in the shadows 
I am the sleeper at the wheel 
Am I the choice & the anonymous voice 
That says none of it's real 
I've heard the footsteps of the hungry 
I've heard the breathing of relief 
I heard the scream of a mother in a dream 
But that could have been me     
I walked out to the grieving ocean 
I lay down by the thirsty sea 
I found a man there dying without water 
He looked just like me 
I have come from the walls of worry 
I fled the wounded streets of war 
I walked a thousand miles in the wrong direction 
But what was it for? 
I am a chorus of the guilty 
I am the water on the ground 
I am collectively the face of the lost 
Who want to be found 
   
We drink to love and deception 
We drink to charity and greed 
We drink to numb the very thing we've become 
when its water we need
 
 
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