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When
So many illusions
Confusing distortions
Elaborate contortions
Surrounded by facades
So many are empty
Won’t give of the plenty
The earth in a frenzy
We pillage where we please
When will the healing be?
When will souls find peace?
When will the lion and the lamb?
Injustice and striving
Killing and fighting
Children in hiding
The spread of hate disease
Much using and taking
The pleasure were making
The violence and raping
The pain of created ease
When will the healing be?
When will souls find peace?
When will the Lion and the lamb?
Tired, so tired
Still looks the same
Where’s the learning, the curving
Have we not moved from this place?
Where is the justice that will march till we’re all freed?
Where is the healing that will bandage where we bleed?
When will all people be treated with dignity?
When, when will our souls find peace?
Words and Music Vania Levans
Vocals, Flute, Vania Levans
Piano, Will Cheung
Bass, Organ, Congas, Djembe, Percussion, Lincoln Tatem
Drums, Kenton Wiens
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