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Look, look up
From the life that was given to you,
From the fate you so desperately
Want to escape
Look up to the day
To the sun in the sky
Send a prayer it's way
Pray; it hears your cry
People in the world
Living in hell
While the privileged watch
They can't tell
What the world is becoming
They are numbing
Themselves to the humanistic
Qualities we seek to save
