When the wind roars and rages
and the weather goes through stages,
I am still.
When people walk by
and the birds soar high,
I am still.
When friends get married
and the babies get carried,
I am still.
As a family falls apart
with loud breaking hearts,
I am still.
When the tears begin to flow
with the ongoing fall of snow,
I am still.
Where noise and laughter was,
silence sets without a cause,
I am still.
As your closest begin to die
and you know you should cry,
I am still.
When the world rotates
and life continues to create,
I am still.
Am I broken?
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