All appears normal, but I weep
Darkness hovers on the street
An overwhelming presence of sin
The homes are sad and broken within
My heart breaks for those inside
Do they know for their sin You died?
Oppression claws at their doors
Your light and hope they ignore
Possessions mask their sadness
I'm weary of the madness
What breaks Your heart is breaking mine
I plead for their souls one more time
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