Where is the Passion?

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The hands won't move
Life is still
Can't you tell we just aren't
We aren't moving
We aren't breathing
We aren't living
Yet we are alive

The forest is silent
The meadow is motionless
What has happened to us
Have we stopped believing
Have we stopped breathing
Have we stopped completely
Yet we keep moving forward

 

The houses are broken
The mirrors are cracked
Right now is when
When we fall to pieces
When we cry our eyes out
When we think we're not worth the tears
Yet we smile anyway

No trouble is seen
No problem is eard
Is this what we need
We need help
We need someone
We need life
Yet none can be found

 

So, where does it stop
When does it end
Who will take the pain from us
Where is the passion?

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