What Time Is It
Its time for new vision and dreams
To write new lyrics and livid themes
To set right the conscience of mankind
Which has with time gone dull and blind
The cup of iniquity has reached its full
Blood of saints and martyrs not that of bulls
What is left of life… of Mother Earth…
Everything we possibly have…there is no dearth
Yet we are at unrest……searching for that something
What’s missing God ? What is lacking?
Even if you saved us now ….could we go back to the way we were living?
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