Shall I make way

For those I suppose

That can better my day

Can unseal hearts

That closed where they lay

Attention to the poor

Is needed much more

The many eyes

With constant tears

And the many goodbyes

Done out of fear

More love and peace

To help increase

So that hatred will cease

Shall I make way

For those I can trust

And in some strange way

Would it still be enough?


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