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Walking down the street
Unsure of who you wanna be
You meet questions
You run from the answers.

What fun is it?
To be such a coward
Can you beat it?
This uncertainy and fear.

I take my time
And let my life pass me by
I can see you're running away
Can either one of us be saved?

When pain grips you
You think you're weak
You cast it away
And then you break.

When far grips you
It's such a pain
You ignore it
But it lies in wait.

When anger grips you
You can't control the rage
It's the combination
Of your fear and pain.

Grant me strength
To beat my fears
Lend me a hand
To wipe away my tears.

Isn't it strange
How just on the street
when they're on the phone
You can almost read their message.

But easiest of all
of all the messages to read
The message of bad news
It's everywhere, you see.

That look of shock
The pain in their eyes
You know,
You know that's no disguise.

As one who's heard bad news directly
I know how easy it is to see
I hear and see it all the time
Bad news is part of thee.

You can watch them there
The phone gripped tight
Pressed so hard to the ear
You can almost see them cry.

Then again you always know
That people are watching you
Waiting for your next move
You wish they'd just leave you alone.

There's alway the teens
laughing at your misfortune
And the elderly
Glancing at you with concern.

And There will always be the person
Who tries to comfort you and asks if you're "allright"
You tel them you're fine
And then bury the pain inside.

Ah,
The world is a cruel place,
Where bad news,
Is nowhere out of sight.