Happiness is for others
Where they work and play,
There was a time when I
Could say that I was happy, too.
Peace is for the war-torn,
Whose land has been bombed,
There was a time when I
Could say that I had peace, too.
People created other people,
And wandered off to kill,
This made me quite upset,
But it's all over now.
Time is for the living,
And this is that problem,
Because without time we don't live,
And I've run out of time.
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