Sometimes you stand on the lines and see the fires that are burning.
While those who have vacation every day, we can take everything from those.
Sometimes you walk the line above home, and beside it and below it where nighttime is a place that can be seen.
Sometimes you step on the crack to hold it together as the ocean whistles a tune.
Sometimes inland, and sometimes far far far away.
And sometimes, right beside.
Give hope to those who have no hope, anything,
I see you, and I feel nothing but understanding.
This situation out of control,
They won’t but I will,
You’re alive, and you deserve to see a better world than this.
Sometimes words don’t come clear, and it’s just fine how it is.
Sometimes there is a terrible place that needs to feel something.
I only want to look one place, and that’s just how it is.
It doesn’t change the pain.
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