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It is worry that takes the innocence 
from the eyes of a lovely child; 
once it's cast from a mother's face 
it seeps into an unknowing mind. 
And it is a shallow world 
better straighten up 
don't let them see 
the limp in your step 
Because as tired as we are 
the opportunity is ripe 
to take advantage of the weak; 
this victory so bitter sweet. 
So from the look in your eye 
you still believe 
that it is people we love 
and not some greater being 
but when hunger returns 
we forget all of these things 
and turn our eyes up 
yes, we give up 
on the strength within us.