Tomorow is the hopefull peace lies in the palm of our hands there youthful there bright we could fill the dark world fill it with light feed the childend who will never eat take it from those who suffer glutinay put the shoes on the feet with the bloody toes a closet full of shoes takes it from those shower the drouts with tears of joy pray for peace to all our gods for they make you smile they halp your odds hug the crying shake the poor mans hand drink your coffee with differn't colors they are THE only fellow man As for our sisters you must drink coffee too But tell each other your beautiful cause our jeliousy is crul