Big Writer's Block

Mellow your sounds Muffle your shouts If you ever get found Flatter your crowd Failed personal growth Flunked self acceptance Diluted in disillusion You're close to the ground Here's the real pure beauty We can start working on Fling all your darkened diamonds Your break has come Don't you ever reach out In the line of duty To all the other humans That only silence surrounds Here's the real pure beauty We can start working on In the lost and worn out peace Your break has come