Peace, Music, and Love
Peace, Music, and Love,
This is my dream.
For this cruel, crazy world,
That’s much too mean.
Where hearts turn cold.
And blood runs still.
And even their souls,
Are consumed by chill.
Where a helping hand,
Is hard to find,
It seems evil comes,
To a soul that’s kind.
The people with greed,
Seem to get it all.
Those with good hearts,
All seem to fall.
It doesn’t seem fair,
That the people who try
To make the world better,
All lose or they die.
Peace, Music, and Love.
That’s all we need
With these three things
We can all succeed.
Copyright © Lydia Somerville | Year Posted 2007
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