I heard the music booming
Shortly then, the sirens whining
And then night came falling
Then the judge in claiming…
I heard the children weeping
For a fair meal in keeping
Fragile limbs without feeding
Yet thrown into the York of living
I heard the noise fading
The music cut out of tuning
Yet the rhythm lingering
To remind us of our meaning
We are hope just being
A faith that keeps shifting
Souls always seeking
We are one in changing
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