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In quest for peace I knock fromdoor to door, with a bowl full of bliss-- my pot is not poor. I ask not for alms but for arms strong enough to hold the banner high...in a terrain so tough. If there is true love, there must be true hate: feeds and weed grown in the field of fate. Twin Tears, easy to undermine, hard to understand ...flowing from life's fountain to a sinking sand. The universe revolves around one sacred Sun, it will never stand still for man's gruesome gun. The hands of peace shaken, can tame all terrors; war of words can never erase human errors. Lord, we bow before you to say gentle prayers, that you will rule over the hearts of prank players. Blame game has made the lore of love... lame, teach us to know that we cannot all be the same. Open our ears to hear cheerless children crying, give us eyes to see the widows wailing, dying. Let loose the flood of compassion in our hearts, save our soul, lest war tears our world apart. Teach our leaders to hold back Ballistic missiles that our soldiers may share... fantastic smiles. Make our differences the instrument of peace, where there is hatred, let tolerance increase. Help us to give peace a chance to blossom in the oasis of love...the fountain of freedom. Let the street be filled with blooms, not bombs; Let's have more temples and not... tombs.