Many Skins Of Many Colours

I see the world, differently today
No rose coloured glasses the cover my eyes
No scribbled words upon a parchment pass among the clay
One man whispers, another man cries

One world of many oceans, one world of many faces
My thoughts couldn't compare to yours, for we are equal!
Nor could I coven thy name, nor contest thy faith
Thou have thy hand, of understanding

So why is it the fashion of waring nations
Wain not, nor belittle me so, by thy hand with sword and stone
No war will cast by my, castles and home.
There is no need to live among these aspirations

My heart has grown weak and heavy
Even thou my thoughts are steady
For we are brethren, brothers, sisters, and lovers
No ones needs are greater then another's

As we have fallen from the same pod
Beneath the heavens, in the eyes of god
Thou hath walked within humility, and I have thy sensed purity
My heart knows that you are you, and I am me!

What lives are given freely, to be lost by war?
Many skins of many colours, beneath the sound of distant thunder
Yet I have seen and sense thy heart
So why are so determine, to tear this world apart

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