I once had visions, of who I wanted to be.

Whatever happened to them? Those things I wanted to see?

All I have for company, is this lonely despair.

I find myself floating through each day; wishing I could care.

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A gentle rain falls upon our heads,

As our breath slowly rises above our schools and sheds.

How little is the reminder of our poison.

That hangs in the air, and discolors the horizon.

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You stand alone among the crowd,

Unphased by the cleansing liquid shroud.

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You hear the Earth call out in pain.

Knowing that all our attempts to save, are in vain.

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Such knowledge is rarely learned,

For people become obsessed with how much they own.

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So we kneel listening to the Earth’s cry.

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Oh so tempted to join in,

Thunder rumbles as the drizzle turns to rain.

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My tears are lost in the storm.