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The sting of life is painless If you are not prepared to nurse your wounds Though it bite deep to the core of your peace Silence is a prize ..

I don’t know if I could take your hand And walk with me While you stumble and fall On the banquet of my dreams I don’t kno..

A nation is chased and scattered by fire open your hearts and hands, embrace them give them a white garment to walk on your streets perish your ..

He was persecuted and secluded In a stinking cell of pain and hell for 27 years Through he was oppressed He never became depressed When set free,..

You played endless music in my ears And I have danced to your banging voice You drove my mind close to hell And far away from reality You cuddled ..

I want to dwell in the wonderland Where folks dance and play And gratitude of their sorrow Is the music of the day I want to dwell in the wonder..

On my wall they march on my identity like fire ants ready to eat my name. Erasing my spirit from humanity and exploding my sight from reality..

Greatness is a common thing, found in common people from common places, who simply do uncommon things....

Love is the force that ignites the spirit and binds faith together. Like a forest fire, I can smell it, taste it and see it from a mile away..

My heart cries for change in the world My heart bleeds for peace in the world My heart seeks fullness in the world My heart beats f..