Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
Millions cheer the warrior spilling blood across the ring while the one who stands for peace is ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever suffer from ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our souls or set our spirits free?
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.
