Iīve kept it inside much too long
Thereīs no relief
Carry it around just like a stone
Too heavy for me
I had paid the price
Of standing on the outside looking in
Itīs time to let the healing begin
A boy is strung out heīs going through hell
His mother weeps
His spirit is broken and thereīs nothing left
Just a terrible need
And the days are marked by the heaviness of the heart
It never mends
Until the healing begins
And the tension prowls the street like an animal
The people stay behind their locks and chains
Itīs a shame
When so many are trying their best to live as one
And the smoke from the fires covers up the sun
A young girl is lying in the dirt
Her dreams ended there
Caught in the crossfire of somebodyīs turf
Hatred in the air
Itīs avoice that never sings
A winter without a spring
It never ends
Itīs time to let the healing begin
Itīs time to let the healing begin
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