Every day I wake I feel like crying,
Every second I feel like praying,
Every where I turn my prople dying,
Brothers and sisters now listen what I'm saying...
I don't really feel like writing,
And i don't really feel like singing,
Coz everywhere I look my people fighting,
And It's out own that we're killing.
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