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Pull
the covers over my head.
Try
and forget about what’s bad.
Held
together by a string.
We
try to hold on. . .
I
hear you crying but you are so far away,
If I
could get there I’d change things for a better way.
The
way the world’s living will someday fall apart,
To
make things better we just all have to do our part.
People lie in the gutters half dead,
And
so called better people walk by them.
Held
in a world full of contention.
One
day we will all fall off. . .
I
hear you crying but you are so far away,
If I
could get there I’d change things for a better way.
The
way the world’s living will someday fall apart,
To
make things better we just all have to do our part.
Hope
for ‘A Better World’ is out there,
As
long as people still care.
‘A
Better World’ can go on,
As
long as we still hold on. . .
I
hear you crying but you are so far away,
If I
could get there I’d change things for a better way.
The
way the world’s living will someday fall apart,
To
make things better we just all have to do our part. |
