Shadows move with flickering candlelight
Clouds open up and bring rain to the night
Cigarette smoke lingers suspiciously in the air
A small group of people offer to their god a prayer
Empty chairs silently surrounding wooden tables
Says the little engine, "I think that I am able."
Stories ride like leaves on the wind of our lips
Pandora offers hope to all when we slip
Drugs sustain us while drinks they calm
Every action another way to build the wall
Life is short but life is very wide
There are not enough rocks under which to hide

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