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Here I sit by my window and ponder
listening to the sound of the thounder
The thought of this world changing I wonder
or could it be that the world as completely went under

Here I sit by my window and see droplets of rain
knowing somewhere children are crying in pain
love and joy we want them to gain
but the fact is the hurt will remain.

Here I sit by my window and strikes of blue and red I do see
Our freedom of the red, white,and blue will soon not be free
when our time as come to an end where will our hearts be
will our souls be lost forever or will we bow down and worship thee.

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