Lyrics
The white dove with the olive branch didn’t make it past the American ranch
Shot down by a brute in a plane, hopes and feathers are all that remain
The thin man with freedom in his head; his stick’s broken, his ideals dead
There was black, yellow, brown and white- all that’s left now, is blood in the night.
All I can see, are pieces of peace
Scattered around by war and disease
So listen to me, hey brother
Let’s put these pieces together, together-where they belong.
I come from a land far away
And I’ve felt the joys and pain of my people-just the way you have
And today, I maybe somewhere else
But I know we’re the same and I feel your pain- just the way you do too.
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