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[kuangning]

One hand reaches out,
And pulls a lost soul from harm,
While a thousand more go unspoken for.
And they say, what good have you done,
By saving just this one?
It's like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm.

And I hear them saying,
You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do,
It's still the same things.
But it's not the world
That I am changing.
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me.

This heart still believes,
That love and mercy still exist.
While all the hatreds rage,
And so many say
That love is all but pointless,
And madness such as this,
It's like trying to stop a fire
With the moisture from a kiss.

And I hear them saying,
You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do,
It's still the same things.
But it's not the world
That I am changing.
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me.

As long as one heart still holds on,
Then hope is never really gone...

And I hear them saying,
You'll never change things.
And no matter what you do,
It's still the same things.
But it's not the world
That I am changing.
I do this so this world we know
Never changes me.
What I do is so this world will know
That it will not change me.