but I feel so small and in my bed, I'm curled,
hoping things get better, with my help or without;
I'd like to think I'm a part, but I'm riddled with doubt.
And it's one of those things that you keep persevering,
knowing your tasks and over challenges, domineering.
Take control and change what's needling,
cause if we don't, who will stop the bleeding?
The blood of our formers,
and oceans and trees
lies on all our hands
and covers our feets.
If we don't maintain,
they'll be lost from time,
along with ourselves--
reach the end of our line.
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