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[aid] => mick
[title] => She Stood There Crying
[time] => 2002-07-28 15:35:19
[hometext] => I was struck by how miserable the lives of those in the Middle East really are,
and how their innocent people are viewed more as statistics than as human beings. We all bleed the same blood, my friends... ============================== [bodytext] => She stood there crying – holding the remains Of what used to be – a family Tears stream down – smiles drained away Now can you see? It’s all for nothing – it’s useless All this fighting over illusions Settle down – think it over Before there’s nothing left It’s all pointless – so senseless Killing over imagination Stop the cycle – nothing’s to be gained Exchanging life for a prize you can’t earn without pain She stood there crying – holding what’s left Of her hopes and dreams Bloodstained ground – blues skies drained gray Now can you see? It’s all for nothing – it’s useless All this fighting over illusions Settle down – think it over Before there’s nothing left It’s all pointless – so senseless Killing over imagination Stop the cycle – nothing’s to be gained Exchanging life for a prize you can’t earn without pain And we sit back – relaxed – blind to the lies That we accept – no regrets – let the blind lead the blind And so we go on – before long – we lose and find ourselves Two steps back with blame stacked – coerced – assuming the slack Pick your poison – they’re all the same Too deep plus too much hate equals too little too late The life can’t be replaced – what a waste It’s too late to make up for this mistake It’s all for nothing – it’s useless All this fighting over illusions Settle down – think it over Before there’s nothing left It’s all pointless – so senseless Killing over imagination Stop the cycle – nothing’s to be gained Exchanging life for a prize you can’t earn without pain She stood there crying – as the world passed her by Weeping as it left her behind One more victim of religion results in The embodiment of a selfish decision [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 34 [informant] => jaysoncarter [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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