One summer morning
In some small town of small ways
He left us ashamed
The one they feared
They might turn to stone
They feared to hold his hand
Don't leave them on
And he died alone
Your solution You You I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
You're not immune to any disease
You send them away to an island of misery
We'll take our last breath In your beliefs, your fear of death
I see reflections of society
Adding insult to injuries - He was alone.
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