Release
My eyes grow tired
weary and tearful of this song in life
the same repetitious stories unfold
of love and hate and threat and war;
it seems that nothing changes
this warrior people relish in their discord
where pleasure, lust and greed and power reign
as poverty and hunger children claim;
set me free, give me release
and set the world to stir for peace.
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