My Dreams

My dream for a better world was almost crushed
Lieing in ashes around my feet
My friends fought each other
Then fought me
I felt so bad
What could I do
Helpless
Lonely
Huddled in a ball
They fought in the street
On the net
Over the phone
Who was better
Who could do more
A voice from the past
Brought sense and reason
Menatombo stopped
And John did to
But how long til it happens agian?


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