Where I see a flourishing garden
You see a fiery war zone
Where I plant new flowers
You plant dead bodies
When I go out to lunch
It's because you have nothing to eat
And if by chance I catch you in the rubble
Of what we call the news today
The anguish in your face
Helplessly I ask if you
Would meet me by the sea
These great waves of suffering
And joy we call the world
Sweeping heaven's shores
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