The Force Behind the Face
We see a certain image projected on the screen
We do not see the ones who work behind the scenes
Our freedoms die in darkness, yet the light has been put out
It's not comfortable to face what we really are about
All critical thinking is swiftly cast away
Instead we choose to follow the feelings of the day
The labels that divide us are cancerous for sure
No one can trust this sickness to bring them any cure
But despite all the offended, there's reason to rejoice
Each day we have the freedom to make a different choice
Some choose their same old habits, the comforts of their life
Others choose to push themselves and cut out waste like a knife
I may paint a certain picture as someone who can rhyme words
But in the bigger picture, I'm content with being heard
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