A
fighter. Not so much swords and blood
but words that speak with hands raised high
to say this is not right I will speak my mind
I have no hate, within I am kind
But I implore you to change your ways
and wake from night to a fresh new day
A different person who wants to know
which direction the fresh winds blow
So many spoke, and others lead
because of words they raised their heads
go out and talk, march peacefully
shake hands with strangers and sing blissfully
we are people all colour and creed
we do not wish to know this greed
no religion will push us to hate
Lets all join hands, it’s not too late
but others come, their minds are closed
shouting voices, guns are posed.
Ready to crack, snip it in the bud
ready to spill its children’s blood
but words that speak with hands raised high
to say this is not right I will speak my mind
I have no hate, within I am kind
But I implore you to change your ways
and wake from night to a fresh new day
A different person who wants to know
which direction the fresh winds blow
So many spoke, and others lead
because of words they raised their heads
go out and talk, march peacefully
shake hands with strangers and sing blissfully
we are people all colour and creed
we do not wish to know this greed
no religion will push us to hate
Lets all join hands, it’s not too late
but others come, their minds are closed
shouting voices, guns are posed.
Ready to crack, snip it in the bud
ready to spill its children’s blood
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