The parks are empty
The playgrounds are lonely
We stare on sorrowfully
As innocence has departed finally
The gardens are bare
The front porches are deserted
We no longer care
That laughter has departed
The benches are cold
The swings are rusty
We tread on grudgingly
As arrogance is ever so bold
The shelves are emptied of story books
The library is now desolated
We sigh and feel defeated
For we now breed crooks
The streets are dead silent
Our religious houses now filled with our parents
Our large dinner tables are empty
But we dread to stand as ask the one thing we need to
My love, hush! Let's find a lamp, to see where we ourselves are first...

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