Somewhere
Somewhere kids are crying,
Somewhere people are dying,
Somewhere a dead man is lying,
Somewhere my hope is losing,
Somewhere there is blood that’s oozing.
Somewhere a convertible is cruising,
But what about the poverty?
And the loss of our natures trees?
The severe weather that affects you and me,
The loss of homes, love and our glee
What will we do but sit here and cry.
And hope cancer is cured, but is it? No! And I know why...



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