News of war
Breaks in my space
Conquer, plunder -
The hideous game is on once again
World of many being made to feel
World of many being made to feel
An unsafe place to be
In despair, I hold on to my seat
On prayer mat today
To say -
Love, mistrust, blame, let down
Seem all too trivial
To complain or moan about
When ravages of war plummet to plunder
With loss of life and honour
It makes sense to pray
When ravages of war plummet to plunder
With loss of life and honour
It makes sense to pray
Forego all that I've asked
Let all desires go away
Let all desires go away
Every item
Ever placed on my list of wish
Turn them to dust and ash
Yes, let every call
Issued from depth
Issued from depth
Of this pining heart
Be ignored
As not worthy
Of being being heeded or fulfilled
But, please just and just
But, please just and just
Let peace remain
Every single day
Every single day
For one and all.
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