Take this disfigured
Worn out and withered
Heart
Take all the damage
If you think you
Can manage
The scars
We practiced the shot
But the target is too far
And the bullet fell short
Of the mark
There's war in the trenches
The homeless share benches
In the park
The media play with our heads
We struggle to get out of bed
Life is getting hard
The leaders all say
Peace is coming our way
Still the world is so dark
They'll never agree
They'll never see
They've torn us all apart
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