Though my body is lifted off the ground
My anguished soul still lies
Though my heart is beating strong
My spirit slowly dies
Though my ears fail to hear the sounds
I feel the children's cries
Can no one see the world
Has fallen down around me
Can no one feel the innocence
In the little children's eyes
As they listen to the promises
And fail to hear the lies?
Can no one see this is the world?
Or was - until it died.

 
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