An all American baby is born on the Fourth of July Will we ever find the answer to why so many die When they become young adults, life has already made them hard Before thier old enough to question, they are forever scared They have no fear of death because living is not known Violence is the only thought never to have grown Are the answers to the questions to be found within the mind Or has lifes death certificates already have been signedBirth sign: Taurus
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