These intangibles in the midst of the light
why must we go on in the darkness of night
For these give life and love and rightness
even for the sake of perceived righteousness
can we not carry on the unrighteous grudge
Do not drag the mighty dove through the mud
How can we go on when the feeling to stop is so strong
Why must we fight in the darkness with a glass knife?
Can't we all just get along? How long will this go on?
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