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And we cry, and we cry

though not always

for others to see

some of us, who watch the world by and by,

weep inside.

And we scream, and we cry,

and though sometimes it seems

no one cares

there are the few, who try

for the cast-asides.

And we scream, and we cry, and everyday

we die a little more

a little, invaluable bit

just enough, in just a way

to keep death at bay.

But though we labor in vain,

though we reap in sorrow,

though we the sane,

threaten our hearts,

the rising of the sun

brings a hope

that distills

the

terrible.

A hope that

is unequaled, 

A hope that keeps us alive.