See the beauty of the fall.
It's the prettiest season of all.
All the lovely leaves to behold,
Red yellow green purple and gold.
When I looked out my window.
The sun was shinning bright.
I knew the Lord was happy.
And everything looked just right.
Where is the love that use to be?
Killing is all you hear and see.
Why do we hurt one another?
Let us live like sisters and brothers.