| A late martyr to us all
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| The ever growing presence
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| Cradled in her womb through all these years
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| While beaten by the sun
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| And through her silenced cries
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| They failed to make things right
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| Among the million times we tried
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| But to no avail
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| The might of all is burned
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| I felt the reeling of our hearts intrepid sight
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| We can’t see the world’s suffering and vulnerable inside
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| It’s not her need to come undone
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| It’s just the markings of our selfish impulsions
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| The coming sun
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| I felt the anger come over me
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| I hated everyone else
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| I victimized the pain
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| I saw the worst in each stranger’s faceless name
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| It’s not the way that this had to be
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| We all bought meaning from our lives
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| Entire values were all prescribed
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| And all minds commodified
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| I felt the burning of her grip
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| And it laced right though my heart
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| I felt alone but I still kept it moving on
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| And once I couldn’t feel the pain
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| I released it to the world
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| A feeling touched by all the same
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| I couldn’t see I felt the collective betrayed
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| This futile few that kept the night
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| Traveled a thousand years to learn to break the soul
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| Is it appealing to you now
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| This all stops when you change
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| All of this pain we can’t realize
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| It’s someone else’s home
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| She witnessed the killing of loved ones
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| They died in vein
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| And though I couldn’t speak for her
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| I felt the overwhelming loss
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| And everything becomes as one
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| I see myself
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| I see wife
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| I see my son
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| This isn’t new to Mother Earth
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| She has allowed the seventh sun to be the final one
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| Last embrace before it’s gone
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| There’s no more home
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| I share a common guilt here too
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| Just call my name |