So many foreign dreams and tales
All that steely talk about Stalin
All those unfeeling political stars and stripes
Infringing on profound borders
Pushing and pulling
Pulling and pushing
Like an angry rip tide
Trying to drown the world
Trying to tear the earth apart
The colour of the world
So many dialects
Language only some understand
Subversive ideas that corrupt the world
That sorrowful essence love cannot include
If only we remained as children
Instead of turning into grievous monsters
Greed stirs the pot
Want makes us go blind
If only I would finally wake
To feel the truthful sun
To see beauty in the rising tide
To see peace opening doors
If only the world were one in kind
A peaceful loving mind
Remind me we are not in love
With the Angel of Death
Perhaps then peace and love might find us
Kiss us when we go to bed
Let us know that we all are safe
Show us that God truly isn't dead