I want to write a letter to you, my Lord
Giving message by describing all
How someone is flying on Concord
How they died near to me, Peter and Paul
My lord, you need to visit Africa again
How the people there are brutally killed
Kids are craving own shadow, cause of my heart pain
No love, nothing in fire we are chilled
People in Asia are suffering a lot
Where peace and light is really so far
Armed hand, how drink blood at Myanmar, out of thought
Teach us more my Lord how to live together
My lord, we have no weapon to survive
Except your kind, nothing needs to describe
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