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How high
can our emotions rise,
And how low can they fall?
How far until they cease to exist,
And there's no emotion at all?
When a
tree falls in the forest,
And there's no one there to hear,
When someone dies in a foreign land,
And we do not shed a tear.
Although
we try to share the grief,
We know it is not the same,
And though we feel a little guilt,
We're tired of taking the blame.
When kids
in Brazil are shot in the street,
And Romanian orphans die,
And so many go without shelter and food,
We pretend it is just a big lie.
We're
caught in emotional overload,
We cannot react; we just stare,
As news of disaster is spoken of,
And people are homeless somewhere.
Don't
tell me I'm speaking of others,
I know we have all done the same,
We say it is none of our business,
Because we do not know their names.
A lack of
emotions? It's overload,
"I'm helpless; it's useless to try",
Let's muster our strength and our courage,
And once again learn how to cry.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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