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Standing tall and standing true
That was the child that was in you
Now all that you seem to do

Given half the chance

Is join on in the latest scream 
Not even sure of what it means
Just so it your way leans 

You're more than happy to protest 

With the loss of innocence
That sang along with common sense
No idea of where it went 

Nor could you even guess

You feel the pain you feel the hurt
But does the mud you sling really work
If truth be known in what you've heard

Would you find it of interest

Or do you just go with the flow
Blindly follow because they said so
And who are they to even known

Though you're no less passionate

I think sometime's we take the facts
Set them aside let them relax
Only use them when they fit us best

Be it Right or be it Left

All I see is wound up hate
The spring has sprung, are we too late
The end is here as our last blind date

As it's now just one big mess




There is so much protesting these days from all sides. I think if we stopped for a moment and checked out the facts half the protesting would come to an end....

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