They say there's so little good left on Earth,
It was bartered, betrayed, even stolen.
Now darkness is nesting in hearts from their birth,
And the word "peace" feels broken and hollow.
Everyone fights for their personal gain,
Unashamed of the lies and the treason.
They forget that the soul holds more weight than a name,
And no tale is composed of mere reason.
They say that love's vanished from view,
That a desert has swallowed the garden.
Eyes once bright now hold nothing true,
And pride leaves no space to pardon.
They say...
They say...
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