Cry of the hopeful
If I could see over this farmed hills,
I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills.
I am here for you brother-man
Here to lend a simple hand.
Why can't we all just get a long?
Sit around an sing a song?
Its as if that is too much to ask?
Is the world up to the task?
If the world could come together as one.
And help all struggling under the hot sun.
Then we wouldn't have to cry out!
Shout! Shout! Shout! Who is there?
Welcome to the life fair,
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