The song of peace
She whispers to herself her favorite song.
This is no ordinary song, this song has no war, no hunger.
She sings a song where unity is the chorus, sung by a choir of acceptance.
She thinks no one can hear her but, little does she know she's about to change the World.
This song is not a typical song.
She whispers to herself her favorite song.
This is no ordinary song, this song has no war, no hunger.
She sings a song where unity is the chorus, sung by a choir of acceptance.
She thinks no one can hear her but, little does she know she's about to change the World.
This song is not a typical song.
Once it gets into your head it's hard to get out.
The man sitting next to her hears the song and likes the tune so he begins to sing along.
They become a silent force.
Their song is now a wind.
The sweet song echoes in their homes.
Their families like the beat, so they begin to sing too.
The singers are now an army.
The wind is now a soft storm.
The song's rhythm soon spreads to an entire generation.
They are now undefeatable.
The storm has surpassed all expectations.
It has become a hurricane.
All those who refused to so sing along will have no refuge.
They will be wiped out.
There will be no hiding. No running.
The man sitting next to her hears the song and likes the tune so he begins to sing along.
They become a silent force.
Their song is now a wind.
The sweet song echoes in their homes.
Their families like the beat, so they begin to sing too.
The singers are now an army.
The wind is now a soft storm.
The song's rhythm soon spreads to an entire generation.
They are now undefeatable.
The storm has surpassed all expectations.
It has become a hurricane.
All those who refused to so sing along will have no refuge.
They will be wiped out.
There will be no hiding. No running.
The revolution is inevitable...
And to think, it all started with a whisper.
And to think, it all started with a whisper.
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