Uma música sensível, uma bela oração – para aqueles que querem fazer mais do que apenas dobrar os joelhos, marchar e dizer as coisas certas; aqueles que querem deixar um legado.
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Love Is On Its Way
Oh Father,
I wish I had understanding.
Never known more
Never been so well informed
We know the score
Heard it all before,
But I’ve never felt more powerless
There’s so much blood on the streets
So much hope refused
So much grainy teenage photographs on the evening news
Oo, when everywhere’s violence
Silently I go
Love’s on its way
I hope it won’t be too late
When the day comes
And I’ve counted all my sins
How mant I’ll see
I want to be able to say that I did more, more than pray
I did more
Than just spend my money
Just writing letters
Than just going out marching
I did more than talking and saying the right thing
Wearing the right thing
It’s time for an uprising
Love’s on its way
Hope it won’t be too late
Love’s on its way
Love’s on its way
Love’s on its way
Hope it won’t be too late
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