Surface warfare
Do you hear the music?
Don't you see you're stronger?
Clouds crawl by without a sound of trouble
Even on the rainiest day
Birds have more hope than those who pray
It seems like no one's there to cuddle,
If only this nightmare would haunt me no longer.
Heal the blind, tame the mad, cure the sick.
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