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Written from a converstaion with a friend. What happens when you go to bed as "Us" and wake up "Them"? Written around a time of holocaust remembrance...

Not about the words at all
Not about the word—
All about a nameless call
Few have ever heard

I have stepped into the chasm
I have been through the divide,
And I feel the pain and spasm
Of the burning brand inside, inside

I tried to scan the gap
And hanging down the precipice
I found there, two worlds on my map
Falling to the great abyss, outside, outside

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Not about the words at all
Not about the word—
All about a nameless call
Few have ever heard
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I’ve been ir-re-vocably changed
Those who question or condemn
Well, is your compass out of range
And is your precious “us” a “them?” a “them”

I’ve been ir-re-vocably changed
Those who question or condemn
It might seem to you so strange
That it’s the “them” that I now am, now am

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Not about the words at all
Not about the word—
All about a nameless call
So damn few have heard
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There are those who still remember
And they stand there by the wall
And their memory’s an ember
And its spark’s a haunting call (ing me), calling me

And they say that you were silent
You were present in the smoke
You were voiceless in the violent
Fires; still in death you spoke

Hear us cry in the divide
The pain so deep, the age so wide
Be our bridge out bridge inside
Give us life; so many died

Hear us cry in the divide
The pain so deep, the wound so wide
Be our bridge out bridge inside
Give us life; so many died
Give us life ’cus someone died