LET SORROW LIVE

LET love live
let sorrow die

while superstition
allows us to fall

Let us sing love
while governments fall
written upon the wall

Cradle your babies
like angels protecting you

it’s summer and the air smells
as burning children  while
we wash our face and hands

I love suddenly everyone i met
when  you believe in things
you don’t understand

half synchronicity
half native american
all we can to contain fury

the saddest song __} and you
believe in things you don’t
understand yeah

WHEN YOU BELIEVE IN THINGS
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND —

comes superstition.

Wash your face and hands!

:: 0211.2024 ::

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