This broken heart, this fragile mind
Has known the hurts of all mankind
The news, the media, the internet
Speak of the things I can't forget
We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a healing. It's getting late
My eyes, my ears my soul inside
Has wept for love for acts of pride
The spirit speaks it cries out loud
Be true to self, not to the crowd
We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a healing. It's getting late
Oh can we not see it or are we so blind
That we cannot envision it: we're intertwined
We are so connected: the great and the small
That when one person's weeping, it's really us all:
We are a people, so broken so afraid
Our prejudices cry out and are displayed
We fear to love and we love to hate:
We're needing a healing. It's getting late
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