I Just Want My Sweet Father

I Just Want My Sweet Father

 

I just want my sweet Father

to just hold me so tight,

that I feel, oh, my safety,

they took all, this one right!

 

Right to live, and to be,

right to give, and to love,

right to breathe a fresh air,

not a chemic conclave.

 

I just want to see flowers,

to see butterflies fly,

not the drones and steel vultures,

bombs and noise, death and cry!

 

I just want my sweet Father

take us back in His arms,

and deliver, us, children,

from these sick darkness charms!

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