Orlando
Orlando
we’ve got to get our
stuff together,
Mr. President
we’ve got to get our
thoughts in sync
once, and for all …
the world’s erupting,
taking no prisoners,
we need to do it together …
I look for good, but pain resides,
I sense the world beyond asunder,
and where it starts, I wonder.
I beat my head with rage of thunder
hate will grow when let inside.
so there’s that beat again
never quite un … i … ted
the amber light that’s
never quite
beside us …
Be still my heart , I wince
from all the interference
we’ve got to be well-balanced,
connect before it’s too late.
All we need to do is fight it,
and work at being united.
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