The problem’s not a gun
Not a color
Not a hundred dollar bill
We think the struggle can be won
With simple thoughts like
'Come together, Be good willed'
The gap between the rich and poor
Is spreading out all the more or so they say
We ignore the claims
O my soul, faint not, no Faint not
O my soul, keep up, up In love
It’s not that we don’t know
Or we’re not shown the proof of poverty
It’s not that we don’t have the tools to go To break this yoke of slavery
We quit because it’s not an easy fix
And then forget that they are even there
We forget to care
Where there is hatred
Let me sow love
Where there is injury
Let me pardon
Where there is darkness
Let the Light come, come
Faint not
Faint not

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