how i long for freedom
will it ever come?
in this world of violence
will there ever be silence?
the air is polluted
families are scattered
trees are falling
god is calling
people are crying
soldiers are dying
with broken heart i write
when i see mother nature's plight
cities, grounds, halls and malls
i wish that god may bless us all
will there ever be freedom
if it does, when will it ever come?
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