Amer from Procession by Leonov

I surrender to your will
I`m a dissembler torn by law and thrill
Your song is wise
We ́re made solid or frail
We are made of the same
Concrete or sand
We are in need of the same
I surrender, to your truth
Yearning for you to take me in.
We could catch fire, turn our sorrow into flames.
Follow our instincts, and burn all our shame.
Pretend and protest, is an easier game.
Rules are for insiders, we bury all our shame.
Provided with faith, together we proclaim.
Fulfilment is not attained, by glory and fame.
Sacred sound from distant space
We are not the same
Wholly other forms and mends
We are not the same
Underneath our tainted skin
We are all the same
Gleaming fragrance fades in
We are all the same
Made of concrete or sand
Strength comes through your name

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