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Children playing,
...
I could watch your footsteps evaporate,
Over the sands and past the wind,
I could sit here for the world and wait,
...
Inspiration can be found,
Upon your heels and on the ground,
In the darkest place it dwells,
Or on drifting blank white sails,
...
Our world is in shambles and we are to blame,
Yet we sit here and play this same old game of who did what
And who did it to whom
Nevermind that we're wasting our valuable youth on issues
...