How still you sit there
And cannot see
The world around you
And what is yet to be

Like a statue
Out of marble or clay
Your eyes so bleak and wan of life
Your world so gray

How can you ignore me
My cries, my pleas
Ricocheting off you
Undaunted, like the deceased

Is the cruelest weather'

So if it were true
Why is it so calm in the aether?

'Children have eyes
But cannot see'

Does that not relate to you
And to me?

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