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Altogether separated
Underneath a sky       
A gathering of people
Trying to get by
Is there someplace for tomorrow
Where our spirits can arise?
Will we board a ship of sorrow
And call it hope's demise?    
 
Altogether separated
Frozen in our way
A silhouette recorded     
The product of delay...
Could we look upon the future?
As we hold onto the past
Laying meaningful foundations
Building statues that will last.