MESSAGE
I read a message the other day
That nobody cared for what I say
I’ll never change people anyway
No matter how much I plead and pray
I answered the message saying you ain’t right
Because I had a dream the other night
People opened their eyes and saw the light
Stopped all the hatred stopped the fight
How I wish we could all get together
Make this world a little better
Peace and love where ever we gather
Because this storm we can weather
Now I hope with all of my heart
That one day people will start
And take a stand and do their part
Open their eyes and make a new start
All we gotta do is open our minds
Be peaceful and always be kind
Look to your soul and you will find
Love for each other are the ties that bind
Marty West
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Marty West
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