has to stand up,
when no one’s got your back.
has to speak out,
when no one wants to hear…
has to be human,
when they want something else.
has to ball the fists,
and then open the hand….
has to cry, has to give,
when it seems like no one cares.
has to try and fail,
then try again….
has to put faces
on God’s dreams!
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do the leaves of peace
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