I wonder how I got here
My feet are bare so sore
I must have walked for ages
I wish I'd know what for

Children with black eyes
Can't see through my disguise
I don't belong here
I don't know where I'm from

Since I remember nothing
I just keep marching on

My last word will be my first one
A new desire born
I feel my sadness growing
No more children of the corn

No absolution, no respect
I still remember, I can't forget
My deepest secrets unentdeckt
Can you take me home
Never hold remaining secrets
Please let go what wants to go

Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise?
Is this the end of days
And no one saw the signs?
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by Dickinson