the deafening uproar of the silence surround me
others growing sounds in my mind
the walk of the hypocrites in march
the fights for dirty money
the lies between brothers
a black shadow of a cloud in the sky
remember me all the troubles of the world
hanger, wars, global warming
but the hope is not lost
the lights in the sky remember me something
many special men still doing many special things
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