change

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 

count to ten before you let spew

you're hurting people you never knew

compliment to some could kill others

yes they're important, we are all brothers

on a sphere hurtling somewhere

don't say thing that no one should hear

let yourself breath before you feel the need to hurt

know that it doesn't help to make other feel like dirt

humanity runs through all

sometimes we laugh 

sometimes we fall

we only a draft, never final

if music was constantly playing

explaining

rearanging

enganging

regaining

the trust and the attention 

so that no one has to pay the pension

definitions would be opptional 

you get to decide what you're called 

we would be free to change and morph into what we feel

no one could tell us that our emotions are not real

no one would be dissmissed

no one gets to make you feel small

no gender, race, or creed can hold you to a teather

people around the world realize we are living together

instead of hate, we listen, instead of fear, we hear, instead of falling into the cycle of brutish history we create something new

we live for a unified you

 

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