Hate, despair,
Murder, devastation.
Words of our nation,
From dawn of creation
We hope that our hearts will blend,
And pray for our sorrows to end.
They�re so close, but they just don�t
Peace, love, understanding.
Not yet words of our nation,
No need yet for celebration
From beginning to end,
Our hearts start to blend,
But sorrows are trends
Words of our nation,
From dawn of creation
