In quiet wonder we can look at this world,
For so long it was has been torn aprt,
And it's for reasons we don't fully understand.
There's hurt, and there's the wanting for the pain to stop,
In ways we are so young, yet look into our eyes,
We've already seen too much.
The sky is cold when it's raining,
But the sun still continues to rise,
Rainbows are still casting promises,
And I'm left writing that there is still hope. |
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