Perhaps, this world is broken
on fire, doomed to expire
but right this second, somewhere
someone has flowers in their hair
to bring the light, and someone
sits awake, all night
just to hold a hand, take a look
there are people running miles
in silly suits, to show their care
and yes this world is shattered
everywhere, but there is glue
and it is me and it is you
picking up pieces of each other
to get through.
--to all the people helping
--Donna Ashworth
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