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Because it seemed appropriate

Again there was no warning
As huddled in our shell
We turned our eyes towards the skies
To take the fear away.

Those we trust and those we hate
Though ill-will we have none
Move us left and move us right
To pass the time away.

Fires burn within us
As fierce as those without
For futures stolen from us
And childhood stole away.

Your barren desert trophy
Reward for what you sow
The rape of all your greed can see
Can't take our hope away.