inside & a part of me
there's a tattered, pale flag
i carry it 'round wherever i flee
it's worn from neglect & so much abuse
hasn't flown since ever, just drags 'round about
like my scarlet soul — a voice that cannot shout
i watch as all the braver men stand before a noose
my flag & i — we writhe it out without
it's just a bit of cloth all soaked in doubt
why should it matter that i have always known
how to give up, but not to atone?
all the braver men have run into the heat—
of a fierce, waged battle borne of defeat
some have known & some have not
but each fought with heart, no matter what his lot
i watch atop a faraway here
with envy lusting inside of revere
that men were strong amid their fear
would that i could run like they, with heart sincere
there's a tattered, pale flag
i carry it 'round wherever i flee
it's worn from neglect & so much abuse
hasn't flown since ever, just drags 'round about
like my scarlet soul — a voice that cannot shout
i watch as all the braver men stand before a noose
my flag & i — we writhe it out without
it's just a bit of cloth all soaked in doubt
why should it matter that i have always known
how to give up, but not to atone?
all the braver men have run into the heat—
of a fierce, waged battle borne of defeat
some have known & some have not
but each fought with heart, no matter what his lot
i watch atop a faraway here
with envy lusting inside of revere
that men were strong amid their fear
would that i could run like they, with heart sincere
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