World Heal Thy Self
---------------------------
Oh
world, heal thyself
I
speak on....
healing
our world!
I
speak on ....
peace
to our world!
Oh,
world heal thyself
The
world is filled with sadness. . .
where
pain never ceases to end. . .
and
the state of the union
starts
a brand new beginning
where
secret societies are hidden within.
where
does the chaos in this world end. . .
and
the peace of our world begin?
Men
with savage ideas
turns
our peaceful world
into
beastly humans. . .
with
predator skills
hungry
for money
hungry
or fame
trying
to live
and
earn a new name.
Hum
hah!
Yeah.
. .
It
has us in an uproar. . .
trying
to make an old world new
makes
no common sense to do
Can't
they see that they live here too?
Don't
they know that they're not invincible . . .
to
reaping nature's dues
sowing
into stupid school
using
uncommon practices
still
in the hypothesis stages. . .
with
only insensible clues.
Claims
to the lands of this world...
belong
to no one man
Peace
directs a heavenly calm
Peace
to the world. . .
We
all sing, . . .
In
a Christmas song .
military
chaos . . .
exercising
military strong arms
Them,
also saying. . .
maybe
the world we're in
needs
a whole new world order. . .
out
with the old
trying
to give birth . .
to
brand new world
Hum,
huh!
Yeah!
they
say. . .
all
should be cleansed
While
they turn red flushed faces...
Into
eyes that are blue . . .
cloning
humans, is what they do
trying
to make an already perfect world. . .
into
what is just . . .
human
dazzle dew!
Oh
but . . . Wait
Peace!
they
yell . . .
please
help us find a common ground
Where
peace in this world can be found
mental
anguish is singling out peace
in
the world without a throne
for
our God to even rest his sore feet on
babies
crying
father's
and mother's. . .
dying
little boys . . .
With
hormones gone wild
innocent
girls chased
deemed
man toys
degrading
- defaced
Man,
provoking fearful screams . .
crying
tears of river streams
creating
songs of blues. . .
while
living in solitude
The
souls of human- beings
lost
in their inner child. . .
Living
in an unstable world . .
without
meaning
in
a life where many
are
very demeaning. . .
empty
swings
vacant
airports
piled
up cars
road
raging within
Wanting
things their way
every
thing in a world of zing zing
ready
for revenge. . .
shooting
guns in
in
a boxing ring
Yet,
with
our mouths
We
say we want our Lord to come
Men
searching only in hollow places
Man's
search for peace
Man's
search for meaning
Man's
search for calm . . .
after
a storm
Yet.
. .
All
the long
Laying
dormant In our world
right
here the whole time . . .
Lye's
healing
sitting
in a place of peace. . .
right,
where we need it to be.
Oh,
Peace'
the
yell . . .
please
help us find a common ground
Where
peace in this world can be found
mental
anguish is singling out peace
in
the world without a throne
for
our God to even rest his sore feet on
So,
I say,
God.
. .
Show
us peace and healing
in
our world, and heal our land!
I'll
say it again . . .
bring
peace and healing to our world. . .
and
heal our land!
I'll
say it loudly, one more time. . .
Lord
please
bring
peace and healing to our world. . .
And
heal our land!
Author:
Rosetta Nesbitt
No comments:
Post a Comment