in and age the soul remembers
sensing still its dying embers
man to truth was honor bound
rarely was deception found
but today our greed does rule us
strange ideas do re tool us
no more is the spirit free
to create life as it should be
the hand of fate is shunned and broken
respect for life no more than token
now the children life in fear
finding little to hold dear
fantastic dreams now fill our heads
strange contortions fill our beds
grace and love so rarely found
with war and violence so renowned
it's said that once the ancients spoke
about the time man would evoke
the beast that would bring on such pain
when tears would fall like endless rain
perhaps now is what they meant
when power's what we represent
but love is lost in such a way
and peace and joy the price we pay
with guns and bombs we blast and kill
we push and shove - enforce our will
the seeds we plant will surely grow
yet still it's grief and pain we sow
love will not be found in was
more sorrow - that's what we're in for
you don't make friends with pain and fear
we're loving all the heart holds dear
there is still time - we're not quite broken
but it takes love much more than token
no more must we live for power
we must sow love for peace to flower
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