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A Call For Help
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A CALL FOR HELP
To miss the old days, full of laughter and joy, when nothing ever went on...
When nothing was wrong...
When all was calm and bright...
I miss it, you might miss it too. The early days...
The before days...
The calm days...
The happy days...
Where has it all gone, where did it go? What does the world have planned out for us? Will we follow its plan? Why do we hurt?...
Why do we cry?...
Why do we kill one another?...
There are so many who walk who are just empty shells, void of all they used to be. Many are becoming empty shells as we speak, as each minute passess. Do we have to eat at one another?...
Eat at our family and friends...
Become devoid of all emotion, of feeling...
Becoming empty of happiness and spirit...
Why does this happen?
Can we stop it?
Can YOU stop it?
And more importantly, will you, would you try to stop it?
But if you don't, who will?
A cry for all those lost souls and spirits
To miss the old days, full of laughter and joy, when nothing ever went on...
When nothing was wrong...
When all was calm and bright...
I miss it, you might miss it too. The early days...
The before days...
The calm days...
The happy days...
Where has it all gone, where did it go? What does the world have planned out for us? Will we follow its plan? Why do we hurt?...
Why do we cry?...
Why do we kill one another?...
There are so many who walk who are just empty shells, void of all they used to be. Many are becoming empty shells as we speak, as each minute passess. Do we have to eat at one another?...
Eat at our family and friends...
Become devoid of all emotion, of feeling...
Becoming empty of happiness and spirit...
Why does this happen?
Can we stop it?
Can YOU stop it?
And more importantly, will you, would you try to stop it?
But if you don't, who will?
A cry for all those lost souls and spirits
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