The words in the heart of the old,
the songs in the heart of the young,
dreams in the heart of all;
it's a cry which persisted
for years and months
a desire that grew for long;
that the world be pure
that men be kind,
that life be bearable;
the rich desire,
so does the poor,
all covet the times of peace;
it lies in our hands,
the solution everyday we see,
the change we seek lie in us within;
only if we care to check,
only if we choose to believe,
only if we dare to act.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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