Where is the love?
I have seen so much sickness,
I have seen so much wrong,
But when my hatred goes unchecked,
The agony is just prolonged,
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We cannot hope for freedom,
We cannot ask for peace,
We cannot look for solace,
When we ignore our own disease,
Is there a point to all this pressure?
Is there a need for all this pain?
Is there a point in such pretension,
When tragedy is all that's gained?
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We try to make such an impression,
We try to force things to be said,
We try to gain such acceptance,
We force our message to lie dead.
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