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The darkness of the night gives birth to a bright new day
The day gives birth to a new contagion
Frustration seems to be order of the day
It seems to be that we are at war everyday.
Its 7 o'clock time to hit snooze
Sleep of the hours, what do we loose
The time
The money
The help from our friends
Im safe here at home but my wits are on ends
Started away but now in my county
The world is in disarray
Yet earth blesses us with beautiful days
In a daze from mental replay
We all focus on the task handle this virus choses to go seperate ways
