The world is hurting, people are dying
Nations are sick, the world is crying
Our mouths have been sealed, we now mime
Dear God, in order to show our displeasure, we mime
We know our voices don't rhyme
We know the world is filled with crimes
We've been coated with the rime of corruption
Please Lord, heal our nation
Visit our Jericho, Lord
Make all forms of bitterness turn to sweetness
Visit our land, oh Lord
Heal the world and deliver us from our pains and infirmities
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
