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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