Take a Stand.
He feels the hits sinking in,
Wondering why it's happened again
She hears the names behind her back,
Which has turned her dreams into black.
Late at night he sits alone,
Popping his pills and swigging Patron.
She wishes she could go back in time,
Way before that tenth red line.
We hear them cry,scream,and yelp,
But we ignore their cries for help.
All together we must take a stand,
And just maybe,this world may be grand.
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