Life
And Life can be so weird,
can give us all our cheer,
holds on to our promises,
hold us back from our wontedness.
And we stand tall out here,
stand for the ones with fear,
hold their hands tight to ours,
and give them real purposes.
And I am the voice of many children,
the people who scream out the names,
who hold pathetic shame.
Gives our turn to watch and learn and listen,
and change the way our very state's,
cruelty that's our pain.
So give us our day.
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