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Channels change and minutes crawl
Depression sets the evening tone
Baseboards dream along the hall
As I sit here all alone

Hard is but my easy chair
Heavy eyes, a weeping tear
Someone *****, the anchors share
Communities are filled with fear

Shadows dance in lightening flash
Storms they rage on either side
Floods of sorrow, endings crash
A wonder I’d just rather hide

Bad news blaring all around
Every station sets the page
Perfect hair and smiles found
Reading prompters from the stage

How can they just sit and grin
Stack their papers nice and neat
As the world explodes again
People living in the street

Hurricanes destroying hope
Jets are falling from the skies
Another bust, a ton of dope
Politicians spewing lies

Mother’s crying, sons are dead
Shot while standing in the yard
Tell us something good instead
Can it be so very hard

Take your cameras, microphones
Find someone who’s doing right
Kindness to another shown
Tell us some good news tonight