The Words
In the distance
I hear words of hope
Talking about love
Speaking of the end of war
Saying we are friends
We are brothers and sisters
We were born of God
Mother Nature was our mother
They do not want us to fight
The words echo through our being
Spoken by the wind
Shared by the animals and trees
The problem is we do not listen
We turn a deaf ear
Still the words keep repeating
Over and over again
Until the end of time
Then it will be too late
Our global family will be gone
No one left to listen
No one left to love
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