Hardship, the only passenger
Advice, the last thing shared
In the distance hope appears
Yet the fog reveals no truth
The traveler then only stares
As the journey finally concludes
And all we hear is nothing
The dream reveals a ploughed field
One sunflower, remains
As fireflies hover about
The wind sings a familiar song
Then a sudden puff of smoke
The flower, on fire
And all we see is nothing
The waves, begging madness
Never seen so much hurt
Was someone moaning?
As others were ignoring
Frozen from fear
Unable to shield
And all we sense is nothing
Foolish to think it'll all be fine
A disease, civilized mankind
Politicians have their soapbox
And limp handshakes
Promises fall lightly like snow
Or deep down the edge of a cliff
And all we feel is nothing
The church has sinned
Forgiveness, a routine
Precepts of hate
No one's buying the warning
Still the globe, it frowns
We see war everywhere
And all we accomplish is nothing
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