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I raise my voice high among the many
No longer sound I hear only pain
A thousand lives lost this time
It's burning inside of me

I don't know the taste of air
Untouched by the hands of failure
And the wind comes in haste
Pulls me down, lays me to waste

What is the sentence what is the crime
If only I've the words to make you see

A waste of our lives when sympathy runs dry
And loss is cut like weeds
Empathy it seems a disease read about
But never tried

To whom they scream

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