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When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain becomes our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying sa pamamagitan ng their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will pag-ibig start?
The araw we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The araw we pag-ibig too much to kill
The araw others' pain becomes our pain
The araw we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the mapait wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
pag-awit its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined sa pamamagitan ng others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Nawawala symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the mapait wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
pag-awit its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined sa pamamagitan ng others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of Nawawala symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
