I suppose I could whine

yes, I suppose I could complain

if I try hard enough, I bet I can find someone to blame…

Perhaps I should wail

perhaps I could even shout

tell the entire world what my problems are about…

But I try to remember

our words have great power

when the wrong ones are used, all your thoughts can turn sour…

I have chosen a holy life

I choose to follow the light

speaking only the words I hope will be bright…

Maybe if we thought more

about the words we choose to speak

Before we let them run loose, upon the unsuspecting people that we meet

This whole thing with race, religion or color would finally cease!

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