Where are the constrictions?
Where are the restrictions?
For those who were told and promised
Where are the abstractions?
Restriction in our fates
To digest it with in the dates
To hold ourselves calm
To keep ourselves warm
But hopelessness is a sin
Hold on and see what happens
Pack your heart with a pin
Perhaps we are on the brink to the happens
Keep the flag of peace up
Reap the harvest of sin and stand up
Weep on the past, be in the present
Think about future, be prepared for the presents
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