The lines to the food drop
Wind long through the woods
The hulks of the armor
Now rust where they stood
A clump on a black street
The middle of day
Smoke in the background
A house is ablaze
The child she is holding
Is withered and
grey
They say it just happened
It Happened today
Make her a movie
Or a sad novelette
Show her as fake news
On the Daily Gazette
Drape her in diamonds
And lift up her heels
Make her a hero
Just don’t make her real
Put her on Broadway
Her name bathed in lights
Make it her debut
A record first night
turn off the darkness
And hear our appeal
Make her a big star
Just don’t make her real
At least she’s a story
That’s one step away
She may be a fiction
Just written today
It may be a mercy
A mercy to me
To see her on tv
Not dead in the street
So Make her a movie
Or a sad novelette
Show her as fake news
On the Daily Gazette
Drape her in diamonds
And lift up her heels
Make her a hero
Just don’t make her real
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