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| +Title: None +Topic: Dry Reservoir +Special Notes: None The sources are tapped the pen's gone awry the voices are muted you cannot hear us cry Children of the Earth Mother all her rivers ran dry Faith in anything no longer exists gazing for answers in a blackened sky Smoke and fire plaster and glass the bones of her babies lie mingled with grass Humanity is vanishing no one cares enough to try the world no longer has meaning yet we allow our spirits to fly Raise your voices in song an attempt to restore emotion I believe that faith should always be love and belief, undying devotion Deep within yourself it hides all of compassion, kindness, emotion Men have utterly destroyed each other and hope rises still in the commotion I still believe in the power of good no matter how far away it seems One day near the end of our journey we'll perhaps awaken to find it all a dream Father will come and hold us tight the sky will glisten bright with stars the nightmares of humaity will be forgotten we'll refill the reservoirs Rekindle the flame Rearrange the distorted bathing in Love's glorious light We'll owe it all to faith, restored. |
