As we get closer to midnight
At the end of the year,
Another gone by
And little to cheer.
As we get closer to midnight
At the end of the year,
Can we hope for a new one
Without having to live in fear,
Without war, without hatred,
Instead a world living in peace,
Embracing the love
And discovering,
That if we demand more,
From those who make the rules,
We can stop them from using
Us all like tools.
The tools of their destruction
Which help make them rich,
A world where they don’t ever want,
Any hope of peace.
So as we get closer to midnight
At the end of the year,
May you all choose a future
Without any tears.
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