These nights feel hopeless
Like sparks in the rain
They’re so hard to process
Yet so easily gained
Tell me why you think
The world just won’t end?
Sometimes I do feel
Like we’re beyond mend
So many people
Still feel all alone
Even church steeples
Won't do as our home
Confused, some so wrongly
Assume this is it
Yet I know so strongly
They’re not right one bit
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