Isolated

Let’s call it trees tumbling in the woods

It’s the mountain cry that never rumbles off man

Voices bred on streets and horns

We’re drowned in concrete, child,

Because the world might hear a sound

But individual is just so much noise

They’ll never hear, and never care.

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