The winds blow,
they carry us to worlds
that are there.
We know of peace,
we have dreamt of peace,
yet mankind prepares for war.
How I wish we understood the worth of peace.
In the sixties there were roits in regards to the Viet nam
make love not war.
It is senseless,
we pay so much more
unless
we have learned the truth
we are not wise,
we see the skies.
We wonder why?
They must die?
That is why Children cry.
Wipe your tears little one
have fun in the sun,
a new day has begun.
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