I think that when all is right with the planet
We’ll have nothing to fight for, nothing to bring
So bored and restless we can barely stand it
No mayhem to suffer no preaches to sing
With no wrongs to right we start writing wrongs
Things get pretty boring when everything’s right
For what do we stand if we cannot stand strong?
Your impact is nigh if you’ve nothing to fight
It’s hard to imagine a world without sin
Our striving for change is what makes life abundant
If the world isn’t perfect, just hold up your chin
To exist in perfection is rather redundant
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
I think that when all is right with the planet
We’ll have nothing to fight for, nothing to bring
So bored and restless we can barely stand it
No mayhem to suffer no preaches to sing
With no wrongs to right we start writing wrongs
Things get pretty boring when everything’s right
For what do we stand if we cannot stand strong?
Your impact is nigh if you’ve nothing to fight
It’s hard to imagine a world without sin
Our striving for change is what makes life abundant
If the world isn’t perfect, just hold up your chin
To exist in perfection is rather redundant
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