Look at those dark brown eyes
And honestly tell me its just a disguise
Has your heart turned to stone?
Nothing left but brittle bones.
Can you see the things that I see?
Their calloused feet
as they run through the street
remind me of the days
when I would go out and play.
But where do they go
When the sun set’s low?
Beneath scorched horizon line.
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