Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Babies In A Cradle

Dear God,
I think we need to talk once more!
Everyday I see the pain and misery, of your people that live down here!
 You sit on your throne looking at me, like watching volcanoes about to erupt.
But I'm blowing up inside and still I can't get my message across!
The thoughts of what the world should be, remain locked up inside of me!
One man against the world... it will not work as you may seek,
My word is not strong enough, so how can it be a message of belief,
 For all the world to feel and see that they are truly free to be!
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I trust in your beliefs for the peace of the worlds humanity
But when your blueprints were drawn I fear the lines were unclear!
The world is fucked up, like you didn't plan for the greed of one man,
Thirsty for power, our minds have grown more,
From Dublin to Dubai, Gaza to Hawaii,
the world has grown small,
so packed tight in this space, we were sure to start fights!
Like babies in a cradle, we remain in your power,
but lost in our thoughts, we think it is ours!

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