SNOW
Twirling flakes of pure beauty slowly fall
They grace a young childs eyelash
A joyful giggle breaks the dawn
For just a small moment in time the worlds at peace
All because a twirling flake of pure icey beauty fell one wintry day
Peace
A child cries in the dark of night
No one hears they are too busy yelling PEACE PEACE
We yell PEACE, PEACE with our mouths,
yet our lives tell a different story
When will they sing the same tune
They will never sing the same tune as long as I focus on me
The day of self of sacrifice is the day of peace
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