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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

On a day of infinite flowers and sunshine

will the rust of tomorrow break the strain

i'm still standing here

and nothing has really changed

an outward indication

Of one who really cares