Us and Them

Everybody wants something,
but I have nothing to give
My words, my thoughts have been replaced
with empty columns of smoke.

Nobody wants to die,
Not everyone can live
You may have burnt my silver wings
But, I have my boots of gold.

And not a thing means a thing to me
I’m not even really here
So, spare us both the tragedy,
Look away, while I mend this tear.

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