by Franklyn Schaefer
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I watch the world and want to cry. Who said there’s glory found in war?
Can’t we join forces to create, A world which leaves no room for hate?
My questions rise to the sky
Brother moon, from above! That our world will be alright.
My questions rise to the sky To make a wish and change our fate!
Speak of peace, speak of love, Brother moon, from above! That our world will be alright. I wish that good will right the wrong I wish one day we’ll get along. That our minds be opened wide
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