WE

WE
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I
Keep a shade over my eyes
Then my soul takes off and flies
Distance from a child’s cries
All the things that I despise

You
Use forget just like a lid
Keeping all your failures hid
Like a box of never did
But you cannot hide your kid

He
Takes a gun to clean the street
Where our failures always meet
Tears won’t change the bloody sheets
When your prayers cannot compete