Most people are deadened by the world
I am saddened by this world
Faces stare leaden through car windows
The silence behind the noise is maddening
Most people are incapable or unwilling
To think for themselves
It's soul-chilling
While their children gather together
Beneath our dark skies hand-in-hand
Strain their eyes to a future without color or sound
As numberless as grains of sand
They remain standing
And the only days that are left to them now
Are infinite and bland.
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Oh! I get it now... you are clicking the wrong comment icon. The one below the post is the one that belongs to it. You had me confused.
Thanks, I'll look forward to reading your email.
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