ELS

Smiling at strangers and misplaced anger
And laughing in the face of the chance to rearrange her
Because we are all flawed, all perfect parts of God
And if we don’t fit the mold, it’s because the mold is odd
We are all aching for this world’s waking
For a power for which there is no mistaking

I’ve got a love grenade and empathy goggles
And they’re both homemade
We’re making lemonade
The price of peace is not a war of power
When the voices cease and their words turn sour
When the numbers fade, that’ll be the hour
Explosions of light serenade

And we’ve cried for a love that’s not died
Why we keep looking out when it’s buried inside
It glows from within, just below the skin
And if we try we will find it again
It’s reanimation and stifled elation
It’s a chemical reaction to light up this nation

I’ve got a love grenade and empathy goggles
And they’re both homemade
We’re making lemonade
The price of peace is not a war of power
When the voices cease and their words turn sour
When the numbers fade, that’ll be the hour
Explosions of light serenade

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