Wherever we may be, we are never forgotten,
We are all taken away from those that love us.
Some walk, others run and others just fade away,
However we go, in a flurry or without a fuss.
The cry for justice and the tears in the dark,
Some flames smoulder and never go out.
We can scream, kick and we can still fight,
Things never change no matter how loud we shout.
And justice teaches us, it was not meant to be,
A mother holds on until the end of her days.
Some remorse, some sign of humanity and peace,
For wicked men to mend their wicked ways.
Some flames smoulder and never go out.
We can scream, kick and we can still fight,
Things never change no matter how loud we shout.
And justice teaches us, it was not meant to be,
A mother holds on until the end of her days.
Some remorse, some sign of humanity and peace,
For wicked men to mend their wicked ways.
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