Lets pray for the day when our children can play
Lets pray for the day when our son can say
Put the weapons away; use your pen as a sword
We may not afford all the expensive toys they
Have a board, but we have hope
Which they fear is too strong
So much hate it can only go wrong
So the song we sing can be the anthem
Of our future, what they did right can be our teacher
While she stands so strong they want to abolisher
But she stands at peace, stands and waits far in the east
With the weather so hot, and the hearts of her people so cold
The war is getting old, and she fears her people will be extinct
An less they rethink, all the corruption and the distraction
Of their homeland, the weapons and the hatred gets band
We fear the worst to come, we stand in other mans land we have no where to run
Ayan Abdi
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