Some people walk in the rain
Some people fear to turn crazy
We live in dark, crucial times
We live through criminal inheritance
And then, in an empty, naked station
Feelings never felt make love
to dreams never dreamt
We don’t know what happens next
Maybe, the station does,
Maybe, the shivering trees do
But we must know this, that,
One day, so much love will fill the world
That all the prisons will break
And people won’t be afraid anymore,
People won’t hate anymore.
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