
I look around me now
and hear our children cry
i see them hurting so
and ask myself one question:
why? And prayers seem futile
if we can't find a way
to love one another
the same way,
every day... And so i pray... Holy mother, hear our plight
holy mother, stop the hate... They swim...
Creating music from the comfort of my room - for now, at least
Creating music from the comfort of my room - for now, at least
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