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If hope is a poor man’s plea
what good are my prayers for change?
Bombs drop on another brother.
Love disposed in a world fueled by rage.
Am I crazy for dreams of peace?
Innocence knows it’s possible today.
Internal wars are externally waged
while lives are played like it’s Judgement Day.
Choosing to close my eyes
fearing consequences of what I know.
Yet, chasing blind relief
comes with the price of selling your soul.
Free my sins of ignorance.
Our world burns hot, yet hearts remain cold.
Give us the courage to fight,
let go of hatred we learned to hold.
Nobody here to save us,
blood paints the crooked streets red.
What good is left in the world
when our hero’s feel better off dead?
Light shines in the stars above
promising love can still be spread.
This hope is a poor man’s plea
but we can hold it till our final breath.
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