nebraska
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I come to be a voice
For every person who’s been
Suffering in silence
Too acquainted with lost dreams
And police sirens
Waking up in the middle of the night
Knowing something’s wrong
Racing around the bustling city
people line the main road that runs for miles
Dodgeing traffic
As mothers and fathers
repetitively drag their kids to school
to go work long
