All I wanted was a chance to be my own,
the peace within me to hold
the beauty around me to behold
stories of hate to be told
and those of love two-fold
All I wanted was a voice to sing my song
let in motion my emotional swansong
my life to be sang louder than a song,
my life, to be a love song
my love, to be a hate song
All I wanted was a tablet to record my history
a repellant to repel my misery
a key to unlock the mystery
insight to discover the treachery
and love, to be my company
All I wanted was a shoulder to cry on
all I wanted was a shoulder to lean on
a strong hand to my own
a strong hand to make me strong
and strong feet to hold the fort
All I wanted was a peace of my own
and I got you!
A lively audience
a sombre audience
holding the trurbulence within your hearts
hiding the hatred boling in your minds
an audience full of faces!
Sad faces, lively faces,
I dare not say ugly faces
coz we're all made in His image
Now I want to compose a thousand stories
stories for those crying within,,
and for those rejoicing too
stories for those who have aborted
and those who have vowed never to
stories for those rejected and abandoned
stories for those accepted and embraced
stories of love and hate
love in the time of zero deficit
love in the time of AIDS
And when the writing is done
am still left with my dream
I still long for the peace of my own
still long for the day when the peace within I'll hold
the beauty around I'll behold
stories of love I'll tell
and those of hate, two-fold
just for you
my audience
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