
I pray for the day Christians and muslims, blacks, whites,
Pray together in the opens and the closet
I pray for Syria and Yemen, and all innocent souls,
That die for causes that is not of their making
I pray for the day we throw flowers and not bombs
Of a day that we learn to make love and not war
And should anyone insist on the gun,
Should be the first to run the fields
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