“There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a
light at the end of the tunnel or not.
You’re just sick of the tunnel.”
Ranata Suzuki
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There are times it feels
As if the darkness is overcoming the light
We have colluders
And liars
People who are empty, and without compassion
Exercising power
Over those who need so much compassion
And so much care
Where in the midst of the greed
And hate
Where, in a country, a world,
Where money is valued over people
And wealth over generosity
Is the light?
God I wish it were Christmas
When the light came into the world
And beat back the darkness
We need a little Christmas
We need a little Jesus
A little love
A little hope
Now
For I am sick of the dark
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