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Jul 2010
The world is flailing and drowning in its own mess
the people are confused about who to be faithful to
the children are afraid of not knowing how to change the future
I, I am tired of watching this war

Opinions are peace breakers, no one can agree
religion is a base to a whole new argument
Hope, is it real, or is it just a dream

Love is pretended but always true
lies are told more than the truth
Peace is beaten down to a seed
a seed that must be planted to make a mighty tree

Hope, is it real? To me it always will be...
Written by
Alexa Sz
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