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I don't know how to save you

when you don't know how to

Hold on to my hand when i

reach for yours

I feel its all my fault that

i can't save a single soul

from destruction and mutilation

from sorrow and despair

Its not my place (i know)

its not yours either (i wish you knew)

i wish you could hear the knocking

the calling, the pleading, the cries

but you're only able to hear when

you're willing to listen.