Something new and grand occurs
When calamity strikes surely
And I traverse great heights to be heard.
People flail about, they would probably die
And in the face of disaster I am sweet and calm.
You say I can keep great treasures,
It hasn't sunk in that with all of life's pleasures
We must ace the balancing act uncurbed;
Anything can happen as we are sitting, waiting, wishing
And waiting to be heard.
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