So we can feel the cool slick of the river

and the moon glow deep in our sigh.

So that every child may grow

up in their gentle

with rhythm in their smiles.

 

So the air is a wisdom of lungs,

a full and complete

source of dreams to render.

 

So that tomorrow has a place for us

in the trees, in the sky.

So life is the pleasure of every.

 

This death has class

 

so our being continues

to ravish the land

with the glues of war,

so weapons evolve to thrill

and make us small.

 

They must cease for the medicine

we need

to build our future

from the bones of the silent.