People.
So many people
People who stand up
People who stand down
Kill and hurt
For reasons unknown
We look at the light
Shining through the cracks
But we tape the cracks up
Because it hurts our eyes
We are trapped in a dark room
But we are the ones
Locking ourselves in
We don’t understand
That there is one key, one door
That will let all of us out
Preventing others from escaping
Is also preventing ourselves
We are all
Trapped in a dark room
A room full of hate
Full of tears
Full of blood
Full of sounds
“What did I do?”
He did nothing
We did nothing.
But is that really a good thing?
Trapped in a room
Because we can’t find the key
Because the only key
that fits the lock
Is love.
But is love really enough?
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