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May 2017
When the solo is not that great
But the groove is unmistakable
You know where love lives
It's not in a lawyer's brief case

When the brush cuts into the canvas
There is nothing but blood to spill
You can't ask him to paint a jail cell
Or children crying unless that's the point

Don't ask a poet not to care
Don't ask an artist to be afraid

Don't ask
Don't ask
Don't ask

Don't ask except why children are hungry
Don't ask except why does a soldier have to die

When the words play music in your heart
There is nothing left but to listen
There is no greed or lust for gold
Only the truth of God's commands

Don't ask
Don't ask
Don't ask

There is no argument
There is no debate
There is no wall
There is no question
Mark Lecuona
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