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We run and run
To find the glory
The sun shines so bright
But not in this story
Scratching at the bark
The tree of life sits in the dark
Once standing triumphant
Abused, drained
Soon to be nothing
Silence reigns
Where there use to be proud trumpets
A kingdom lost
No longer in sight no longer thought
Ghosts with nowhere to roam
Nowhere to call home
Sins of the past sins of the present
We move forward to the furture without having learned a lesson
