I almost fell
Through that hole in the sky
Scheming about tomorrow
Things are only sad
When I cry
Trees are on fire
The world
Is recruiting for freedom
Dreams are just
Watered down desire
We turn children
Into gunmen
Postage stamp letters
Are rare cherished things
We fret about tomorrow
Not knowing
What the sun will bring
A satellite could sever
The world as we know it
In half
Some might think it clever
The others will hysterically laugh
Swallow a beam of moonlight
Let the darkness light the way
Ponder about the present
All we’ve got is today.
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