How many lives must be lost
For innocence to at last prevail
How many dreams must be shattered
For the honest men to fail
We must make difficult choices
For the easy ones chose themselves
We must work for hope, and raise our voice
Because without them we'll all live in hell
The world spins, regardless of our suffering
It spins, in a cycle never ending, it spins
For good or bad, it will spin,
Even as we might suffer within
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way
of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants
and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible,
but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
Mahatma Gandhi
