what was a happy home, now just the echos of a stolen song
shouts and screams of the vacant, were the sounds of misery awakened
hands with weapons in the air, explosions of total despair
words spoken to an enemy of love, no one of which knows the definition of
smiles disappearing eyes are dim, actors on a stage role the film
hope for a better end to see, right now I don't know about family
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