Over long before the wait began
Innocence preached from a forgiven land
Paths wide and some narrow
Out of the ends of any two pair of
Silenced veiled over tender eyes
In our land of plenty lies
Hunger cries for love bone
Below the corner beside left alone
Without the crib eye ceiling fixed
Filling the soul something mixed
From the street as homeless can be
The babies in lost land of free
Peace and madness go hand in hand
In the honey of our dream demand
In the steam of human race
Limping earthly crib to grave
We all give up sometimes
We all give in.......
We all walk away from the dance
When we give peace a chance……….
FenniganT 4.13.1
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