| The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own territory
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| America’s child has passed so close to freedom
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| Now closest with her maker, the ten lifetimes of terror were experienced by
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| this frail body
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| Where have our children gone?
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| They are not to be found amongst this tabloid filth over kill
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| An embarrassing lack of responsibility
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| A vicious cycle of soap opera drama pettiness
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| No known beginning and no end in sight
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| This must be our darkest hour when gossip takes priority over our young
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| Are we this shallow?
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| Are we this apathetic?
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| Are we this bored?
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| Prove me wrong
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| The child is mine, now that she has been thrown away
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| The interest is gone, so now the others suffer
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| They suffer unto a grotesque attention span deficit monster
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| They turned our play yards into graveyards
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| So we cried every night for a week
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| Squeezing as much concern allowed between each sports update
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| You cried every night for a week, yet I still mourn
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| Have you forgotten their faces?
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| Patience is a virtue I won’t instate
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| I must see the faces of every abductee
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| I must taste the pain
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| Remind me of our system atrocities
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| Don’t let me forget. |
| Don’t let me forget
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| Why haven’t we drawn a line?
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| Instead, we feed and shelter them
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| We support the evil and pay their debts
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| We’ve paid their debts
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| Why can’t we win? |