When Humanity Fails
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Last published Fri, Jul 18, 2014
When people spew venom
And liberation has no place
With all of our hard earned freedom goes to waste
People iron clad hearts crush our dreams
When stars shine no longer
And our tears are that's there
When the government has no bearing
And war tears us apart
Like a car with no steering
We crash and burn
It's then we cry for help
Who do we have to rebuild or count on
Just broken innocent lives
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