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You don’t have to believe - but you’re here to listen,
Each day you’ll see - more friends be missin,
They aint hiding - they just no longer here,
Each day -  more make their way to heaven.

We pray each day - but it doesn’t make anything better,
We blaze each day - but our problems don’t disappear
Like this smoke filled room - our problems are still here,
Just slowly dissipating - not disappearing… slowly the room clears,
Maybe tomorrow will be better or maybe in a year,
There’s no way to tell when you can’t see clear.