We
are getting old
There
is no stoppage of time
The
time will move on
We
can search everywhere
When
we were born
We
realize we would be getting old
We
could scream our hearts out
The
time will move on
Some
aren't going to live long
Along
the way they are shipped back
To
the place once they came
Screaming
of unfairness and pain
Some
passed away in the adult world
They
will be killed in crimes or murdered
They
will be killed by accidents or war
They
will be killed by religious zealots
But
many will live through
We
are getting old
There
is no stoppage of time
We
can search everywhere
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