Such a peculiar time we are in, Living free imprisoned inside
Screaming for a voice, Seeking to change the mind
No guns to our heads, At least not today
Who understands, Where is our way
Slave for money, Craving the song
Sensing the plateau, Of which we belong
There is only hard and harder, And the hardest is worst
Seeking the easiest, Is life’s biggest curse
So much beauty is missed, So much love unfound
We know right from wrong, Yet to despair and grief we are bound
Who will guide us to let go, Who will show us our way
Mother Earth continues, And WE are here to stay
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