Hello, what's your name?
Broken? Same as mine,
Seems all people are the same,
so why do we say we're fine?
We don't accept the truth,
holding to our feelings;
We're cracked from our youth,
shattered human beings.
Old, and dying,
Young, and falling,
Grown, but not flying,
Ready, but no calling.
Maybe there's a plan,
Maybe there's a reason;
But till I see it at hand,
"To everything, there's a season".
. . .
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