Black is white and white is black
Oh lord, why cant we turn back
The hands of time, between the line
There lies my sorrow and pain
Hope you hear
Far across the sea, there is a land
Where presidents polluting the air
So that the people wont understand
and never care
But only two eyes make pair and see
Hope you face reality
There is a land, called America
Looking down from above on the sufferer
With hand made strong, but weak to help
Reloading gun to round up wealth
And so they are seeking for their health
And in this land, called America
Are people willing for tribal war
They will never mind, simply blind
destruction is what we find
In another land, the people know
Understand have seeds to grow
Consisting just of love, and so this dove
will fly high to sky above
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Black is white and white is black
Oh lord, why cant we turn back
The hands of time, between the line
There lies my sorrow and pain
Hope you hear
Far across the sea, there is a land
Where presidents polluting the air
So that the people wont understand
and never care
But only two eyes make pair and see
Hope you face reality
There is a land, called America
Looking down from above on the sufferer
With hand made strong, but weak to help
Reloading gun to round up wealth
And so they are seeking for their health
And in this land, called America
Are people willing for tribal war
They will never mind, simply blind
destruction is what we find
In another land, the people know
Understand have seeds to grow
Consisting just of love, and so this dove
will fly high to sky above