As birds fly by
across a silent sky
you can look in peoples eyes
and you can begin to realize
kind of even begin to feel
how theres this mighty hand
a mighty hand that grips
and squeezes on this land
till you almost want to melt
because of what you of, felt.
When all we needs
a little
love
peace, that floats
like a
dove
can only fly
like a
stone
with all this
marrow in our
bone
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