I cannot offer you my hands
But I offer you my heart
My words
My ear
We are being forced to realise
There is more to life
Than working for somebody else's dream
We are being forced to realise
There is only so much
That money can buy
We are being forced to realise
That heroes are rarely heard or seen
They work at night while we sleep
We are being forced to realise
That solitude does not come easy
To those who run through the gallery
We cannot take on nature
And win
Can we use this distance
To bring us closer
Can we use this fear
To focus on all we love
Can we use these shortages
To increase our production
Can we use these cancellations
To question our consumption
I cannot offer you my hands
But I offer you my heart
My words
My ear
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