People arn't singing anymore,
And time goes by,
Without width or depth,
Height or shape,
Love at the core.
People arn't singing anymore,
And feelings fly,
Without wings and mind,
Purpose or prose,
Words without heart pour.
People arn't singing anymore,
And terror rules,
Without happiness and peace,
Wisdom or love,
Which is more than i can endure.
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