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How many wars must our children endure
before we all find eternal peace,
how many lives must a loaded gun repress
before all the killings finally cease.

This world just like the sun
was made for everyone,
if only others saw the way I see.

How many bombs too destroy all we can
before we all stop and finally see,
a father with no gun will outlive his soldier son
and that's no way to build a family tree.

How much blood do we shed upon the land
before it over flows into the sea,
how many times must we kill our fellow man
before it's the turn of you and me.

This world just like the sun
was made for every one,
if only others saw the way I see.

How many fathers will be laid to rest this night
never too see their children sleep,
how many dreams will be broken in that fight
just a widow left all alone to weep.

This world just like the sun
was made for every one,
if only others saw the way I see.




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