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I find myself standing here again

And things I thought

Would be a little changed

But in a world of opposite intentions

Who really cares

Over and over and over again

Hands to feed me, hands to beat me

Mild as the rain, rays of hope on an

Otherwise dismembered day

The effort now is distant

Reborn through another sunny sky

But on the face of things

Was it ever worth the time

Why am I standing here

I know things will always change

A no win situation

Whoever really cares

One a day of infinite flowers and sunshine

Will the rust of tomorrow break the strain

I’m still standing here

Nothing has really changed

An outward indication

Of one who really cares