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I can hear the tears from my mother at night,
and the tears of those crying in fright
whenever the name is mentioned one time
IT seems it becomes a horrible crime
People gather, hold hands
many from across the wonderful lands
for pece is what they thrive
Peace iswhat we all need,
what we need to survive
So sitting there, you wonder hoplessly
Whats going on? why cant i see
and then it hits you, way deep down inside
that it is you they are fearing, for it is you that Deprives
it is you they always sob for
it is you they dont want any more
around you the world sudenly goes bright
Time to say your sorrow goodnights.

The blackness surrounds,
and out comes a horrible sound
This cant come around
Whats lost must be found
The search is on, for what they seek
Something that causes death,
at one single peek.
And those who found out
the horrible mess
Leaving their lovers, their familys
sad and depressed
For something is glowing
and burning inside
You discover that the object
hasnt been deprived
and slowly you fall, in the cold mist
and coldy on your cheek, you feel a soft kiss
Welcome they say, in the beautifulest sound
This is where your wonders can be found..