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When The Ground Gets Too Hot

If it all falls down

And everything we ever worked for

    Breaks right in front of my face

What will we become when those dreams start to fade?


    If every tower we try to climb

Falls over 

   And we do nothing but fail

Nothing but fall 

    What will we do when it comes time to shine?


  If every step hurts

And every muscle aches

   And every joint makes a weird noise

Can we still find joy?


  If every other thought

Seems to haunt 

   And we have to continue to forget 

Everything we’ve ever been taught

    What will we do

When the ground gets too hot?

    

If everything is new

   And nothing ever changes 

    What do we do

To see this little life differently 

   To get to a new view?


If the rich get richer

    And the poor can’t afford a goddamn Snicker

Will we continue to bicker

   And play pretend

Like we don’t all know how this game ends?


    If the music stops

And the light fades

   Will we still take the stage

To continue to act in this Goddamn play?


  If every line

Burns into the mind

   And every word

Holds the soul

   Would we be so casual when we write?


If we’ve been beaten down every Goddamn round

    Will we still get up to stay in the fight?



    

CH 2/9/25

   

 
 
 

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