In a funk that you can’t debunk
Feeling bad that you’re sad
Life moves like you’re not there, and you don’t care
You can’t feel your heart beating
You can’t force a fake smile
You can’t enjoy blue skies
Nor imagine brighter days
But when you hear the children sing
You feel as though a bird has been set free
You soar with their songs
Only to dive as you see them die
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