David Meece When All Colors Turn To Love
Born into war, we inherit the battles of generations
past,
What is it for? – that’s the basic question we’re
taught to never ask,
But, deep inside, it cannot be denied,
And we hope for the day battlelines fade away.
When all colours turn to love there’ll be no dividing
us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to
love, colours turn to love.
Here in the light, is this enemy a reflection of
myself?
And have I the right to inflict another with all the
fears I’ve felt?
And could I be opposing one like me: one with wounds
yet unhealed, with the same dream concealed?
When all colours turn to love there’ll be no dividing
us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to
love, colours turn to love.
And, deep inside, it cannot be denied,
And we hope for the day battlelines fade away, and all
mankind can say, “We are one.”
When all colours turn to love there’ll be no dividing
us, and all our flags will fly as one,
May we live to see the dawn when all colours turn to
love, colours turn to love.
Colours turn to love,
Colours turn to love,
Colours turn to love,
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