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I've got one feather for hope

And another for joy

I keep them close to my heart

Still they break in little pieces

As if I have nothing left to live for

Then I found a red book

Filled with kind words

And I prayed that it would

Make things better

But then someone lit a match

Causing it to burn

As if saying nothing's ever safe

In my care

Then I found a hole

That I figured I could hide in

That I'd be safe in

Where no one could touch me

But someone opened the door

Leaving me feeling cold

As if telling me that

I will never be alone