Drip....
Drip....
There go the tears of a thousand years
The pain of a nation in loss
The sadness of children seeing death
The fear of living no matter the cost
As all this flows away
My life goes astray
Along with the boy with the gun
As I wonder why
I was ever born
Drip....
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