Trumpets play as the sun sets, beautiful colors lighting up the sky. People dance and people cry for the beauty is more than meets the eye. All kinds have gathered in one place, no one caring of the others race, sharing words from each others hearts,,loving all that we truly are. Understanding we all are the same, no matter how far away we may be. Hearing so much on the news, not understanding why so many feuds. We walk this earth torn apart, by other mans greed and hardened hearts.
To be united would be a blessing, for everyone to just stop all the fussing. My friends are worth so much more than fought-en over oil. To fight over something so cold and black not worrying of the hot red blood that is spilled. My heart cries out for so many lost in this war, and look to my far away friends as my heart cries out feeling torn. So to my far away friends no this to be true you have a true friend with a heart that is full of love for you. I know in our hearts we all are the same, no one better and each other not to blame....
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