One At A Time

Wilderness Of Tekoa

I can't break this line 
I can't seem to find 

One at a time, we fall into line 
To follow the signs, if only divine 
Where everything rhymes and fits with our times 
If you give me yours, then I'll think about mine 
Innocent eyes, they bleed all the time 
They bleed from the crimes of the media mind. 
Sermons of white and visions delight 
The numbers they might, but more would be right 

The blind lead the blind 
We choose to fall behind
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