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I wanted to write this while crying But you might misunderstood my cry My words maybe wanting My way of thinking also wanting My English maybe wanting My pen slowly out of ink But am sure of one thing My message is not wanting If I could be a sacrificial Lamb I would gladly be That our sins could be forgiven That depression be no more We value and love each other No more violence no more Cold blood murder No more theft we practice hard-working What a peaceful the world would be