What ever happened to the voices of the mess-age
Lost inside the bar-code of their ribcage?
No they did not disappear
We are Here
Somehow, Somewhere
Someone is still singing
And the Sound of Change is heard by Every Living thing
This is Clear
We are Here
A thousand words
A billion Man March
A single black bird sitting in a dying larch
It will not disapear
We are Here
And even though it all feels real
It's never too late to say no to the deal
Have no Fear
We are Here
And when we Stop
We Realize
We don't Accept no more Lies
There will be no more tears
We are Here
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