Another day, another old lyric. My book I’m formatting gets a bit more completed. My book of stories that is a lot of fun. Thank you so much, new follower and subscriber,
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the babies are dreaming
1996
no flags are waving in the skies of the mind
no bloody soldiers to suppress the hope we find
no states no countries, in the soul’s terrain
no borders, no boundaries in which we must remain
come on, the babies are sleeping tonight
walk softly now the babies are dreaming
my heart can't pump a drop of any idea about supremacy
of any race, any religion, or ideology
now when i bleed, my blood is red, i bleed red, just like you
and when i work, and when i groove, i move and i sweat
like you.
so, come on, the babies are sleeping tonight
walk softly now the babies are dreaming
the end
Copyright 1996, 2024 Herschel Sterling. Not for use without permission.
Lyric: the babies are dreaming