We are all pieces of a whole
But it feels like we are each in our own hole
Is it possible to unite us all
Or we doomed for a free fall
Ideas have been planted inside our mind
They prevent us from seeing or being kind
They keep us rooted in the same turmoil
Now is the time for new soil
We sense things do not feel right
But all of us are blinded by a fright
Do no fear the unknown
Trust your instincts and go
We must unite or we fall
Still a work in progress. Any suggestions?
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