I glance at the moon
And wonder
Who else feels lonely
Who wishes they had someone to hold closely
I dream of peace mostly
But security is costly
The struggle is submerged in my blood
Still I won't pick up a gun
I just sleep under the sun
And dream enough for seven futures
Piecing my culture back together one by one

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