You see the red brick road, the lines and rows,
The dreadful woes, and droves of cracks,
It's not bound to last.
It's like a viral attack.
When the lights go down, It's a quiet town, no one else around.
The stretch of stone, lined with trees,
The ground gives way and buckles your knees.
All while the wood explodes, leaving you bruised to the bone.
Don't know why you're here, suppose to face your fears.
The shattered sky, falls and cries,
The weight of life, takes you by surprise,
Gives you burdened eyes.
You sit there stunned, all kinds of blood.
Love calls out, makes you hear it's name,
When you know where to go,
And find your way,
It seems so clear, so hard to stay.
Start taking strides, and your strength arrives.
It's not an easy street,
It's just the way to be.
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