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Yet Unsung

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I am a song
Yet I am unsung.
Every day
Feels like life has just begun.
Some days I hang my head and cry.
Some days
I feel like I could fly.

I am a step
Yet to become a journey.
Feels like it all goes blurry when I

Blink.

Some days I wander ahead.
Some days I stand still,
Immobile in my own dimension
Instead.

I am a ship
Yet to find home.
Feels like I’m always wondering which way to

Go.

Some days I am tossed and lost
At sea.
Some days
I sail on water of glass
And lose sight of myself
I am moving so fast.

They’ve Fallen

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Take a look around and what do you see?
People running around like crazy
Too busy to see

Someone’s fallen.
And they’re falling.
They keep falling
Down.

People self absorbed
Caught in their crazy lives.
Why can’t they open up
Their eyes
And see?

Someone’s fallen.
And they’re falling.
They keep falling
Down.

People keeping their eyes
On the prize
Instead of what’s inside
Never taking the time
To see

Someone’s fallen.
And they’re falling.
They keep falling
Down.

People gathering so much stuff
And there never seems to be enough.
Their hands too full
To reach out and help

Someone that’s fallen.
And they’re falling.
They keep falling
Down.

People’s souls cold as ice

Always trying to grab a slice
Of what’s in other people’s possession
So they fail to
Understand

How someone could have fallen.
And they are falling,
They find themselves falling.
And then they look around and see
Nobody cares

That they, themselves, have  fallen.