Cure
Do not ask why
Shed not a tear
Do not cry
All is meant
This is it
This is your part in it
Let the children play
Run your finger's through the hay
Who are any of us to say
That though we may
Tomorrow brings another day
That loss grows less
And what is best
Came in small change
Not paper note's
To spend in shops
Covering over the stomach knot's
The medicine drink's
In search of release
The missing pieces
Swallow whole
We all pay the toll
We all fall
Being born is to crawl
Back into the ball
We escaped
Expecting more
We are all unsure
And their is no cure
Of this I am sure
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