The night they burned the mountain

Maybe

We just want to live

Don’t want to die

Maybe

We just want the chance to cry

To grieve

To ask the questions why

Lately

It fills the bones

This pain

——-

A lifetime of remembering names …

Can we believe the truth

Do we really want to know …

——

Maybe we are all the same

We just want to live

We just want to cry

We just want to dream

To ask the questions why

——

Maybe nobody knows what’s going to be

But we can believe the way it ought to be

Stand by me

Stand by me

I think together we could make things

The way they ought to be

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