What will our reaction be long after our wars have faded? Left to its own devices it will die away like an alley way whisper and open its wings and speak through Peace.
No more weapons of mass destruction
No more support from we the human population
Release your fears
set them free in me
They'll not have a chance to bloom
Chance to be no boom boom
Boom boom no more
Bing bang a ricochet against the faded truth
Let it hit the truth centerward
Bring out our bleached bones to greet the sun
We need a little help if our songs already sung
Singing of Love and Creation's a journey
A flight, a cruise over the ebbing water
Mother, Father, Daughters
Sons, bing bang, it's what they say
The spirits dancing within my dance
In the dream of the dream's chance.
This is dream's resuscitated...
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
What will our reaction be long after our wars have faded? Left to its own devices it will die away like an alley way whisper and open its wings and speak through Peace.
No more weapons of mass destruction
No more support from we the human population
Release your fears
set them free in me
They'll not have a chance to bloom
Chance to be no boom boom
Boom boom no more
Bing bang a ricochet against the faded truth
Let it hit the truth centerward
Bring out our bleached bones to greet the sun
We need a little help if our songs already sung
Singing of Love and Creation's a journey
A flight, a cruise over the ebbing water
Mother, Father, Daughters
Sons, bing bang, it's what they say
The spirits dancing within my dance
In the dream of the dream's chance.
This is dream's resuscitated...
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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