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Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When one life's turns it's oblique corner, when life can so deceive

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would I be you or me

To be awoken one cold dark morning, when shades of oranges and reds abound
When all that you can hear, are the terrors in your sound

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a family counting cries
Whilst a screaming father shouts, will they find his sons alive

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Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When you've turned that oblique corner, we thank that we're relieved

It's when you've looked through childrens eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could be able to see through my eyes to reflect, would you be you or me

The excitement of going places together, brothers as they should normally do
Come back, your running too fast, I'll never be as fast as you

Bright lights and sirens craze, amidst a father again counting his cries
Internally he screams once more, will he find his sons alive

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Can it be oh so serious, or humerous to be believed
When I have turned so many corners, when I view my family sieved

It's when you've looked through this childs eyes, what would you honestly see
If you could live through continuous hurt, in death, also I would be oh so free

To be alive and escape ones past, as I sat in the Abertarff Bar one day
Way back in 1982, I nearly allowed my being to stray

If I had decided to turn that corner, this you wouldn't be reading now
Bright lights and sirens would craze, and wonder why and how

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