Fractured Days
Solitude is my only companion
My days are filled with quiet abandon
What fortune fell upon these days
To fracture in so many ways
Why is there a feeling of bereavement
What will it take to turn into appeasement?
Fair or evil, it’s laid its claim
Destitute, dying, fortune, or fame
Whatever’s happened, whatever’s to come
The march proceeds onward with beat of drum.
Are better days still yet ahead
Or are we trying, dying, dead
The world will keep turning with life or death
The price of humanity in our breath
Rise up to fight this with courage
Defeat the oncoming scourge
Together forever lifting your voice
Anyone, everyone; all have a choice
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