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Some people are too alone
Some people can’t go back home
Some people are running for their lives
Some people are running out of time
Some people are taken by suicide
Some people are barely getting by
Some people bottle it all up inside
Some people are contemplating homicide
Some people are in too deep
Some people have nowhere to sleep
Some people dig in the trash to eat
Some people have no shoes for their feet
Some people live in so much poverty
Some people are in danger on the streets
Some people are about to die in the next second
Some people have lost their direction
Some people have gone out of their minds
Some people are sick of trying
Some people can’t stop crying
Some people have stopped caring
Some people have stopped praying
Some people are suffering
There’s a kind of pain only felt
In the heart of a child
This world is almost underneath it all
Still we have some ways down
I hope there’s a cushion for the touchdown
It’s not enough parachutes to go around
