If Only
What is it in this world to findThat those who think in thoughts the kind
Which deal in that both near and far
And by design will end in war
What do they hope to gain from this
To pull the trigger, forsake the kiss
Or offer up the Judas hand
To turn the earth back into sand
We have the faith, we could be great
Our destiny, not that of fate
Don't think in years or months or hours
But grasp it now this world is ours.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 10:44
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