Only clouds and smoke surround me.
The angry sun won’t look my way.
Blind, the people scream and tear free.
From the Earth, though children play.
And sing their songs of falling, falling, falling.
While I’m calling, calling, calling.
The winds will blow and shed no tears.
For lovers howling in the night.
Torn apart they drown in fears,
Of losing touch, of losing sight.
And all the children crying, crying, crying.
As I’m begging, begging, begging.
[bridge]
Will no one hear, will no one speak,
will no one seek to find?
The broken hearts, the broken dreams,
the broken, shattered minds.
When morning comes, the sun still hides.
As bed sheets flutter torn to ribbons.
At tender touch, all night she cried.
For battles lost and battles won.
And still the children lying, lying, lying.
While I’m flying, flying, flying
Away.
[repeat bridge]
Will no one hear, will no one speak,
will no one seek to find?
The broken hearts, the broken dreams,
the broken, shattered minds.
Anonymole - apocryphal agitators 
“Will no one hear, will no one speak,
will no one seek to find?
The broken hearts, the broken dreams,
the broken, shattered minds.”
I do hear and other as well. We that hear seek the broken hearts, the broken dreams, the broken, shattered minds, and reach out with love and works to bring back the dreams, the full hearts and sound and mellowed minds. There is so much need, so much opportunity to work and heal and make whole those inflicted despairing souls. There is the calling and there is the answering of the calls and therein lies the chance to heal.
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Leave it to you to transform the hopeless to the hopeful. Thanks, Mike.
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Feels much like the apocalyptic times we’re living through.
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