Hey You!

Hey you!

Out there in the wars,

Plunging spears by the scars,

Would you hurt me?

Divided we fight. Why together too?


Blowin’ in the wind!

How many times must the riots soar?

Before they can forever, fade.

How many times must I punctuate?

Before they can gleefully, bade.


The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.

The answer is blowin’ in the wind!