A rush sweeps by
on the wind.
Bare feet feel
the thunder below.
We'll stand there
in awe
at what we've created.
A revolution came
and the people saw,
the squallering fools
saw the past
a jesture
a thing to laugh at.
How could man
have become
so foolish?
Now we are overwhelmed
with love
and see only beauty.
This is what I dream
what I pray for.
Come now,
a thousand voices
whisper tonight...
pray with me.
Our torches were lit
we took
to the streets
and bellowed
"Give us Peace,
give us love,
give us joy,
or give us death"
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