Almost the End of the Road
Doesn't seem
to matter to you
that your friend is dying
you didn't seem to care
about what was
happening to him
you didn't know what must be known
As planes fly overhead
one realizes
that peace is coming
But while
the train is passing
we see reality
become something
that
must be faced
up to
if one is to learn the power of love
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