We are sleeping.
On the truth.
On the words.
On the pain.
We are sleeping.
On being heroes.
On being hopeful
While it rains.
While it rains
The arrows
Of people
Telling all the lies.
And the hope
To turn them
Into a silence
For a little while.
For a little while
I want you
To consider
Seeing us alive.
Cause if you
Don't, I fear
More of us
Will die.
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