The stars,
they fall around me
Yet never hit the ground
The flowers,
they are blooming
In the wind, without a sound
The sun rises,
To a lonely world
Where nothing makes sense
Dream catchers
Still hold the nightmares
And no one has a chance
There's a screaming
From a window
A little girl is dead
Found early this morning
With a bullet in her head
The poets,
they keep writing
To keep the world alive
But it's ending
With the pressure
And leaving us behind.


 
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