No words that box us in
No emotion that brings us down
Just pure hearts and a grin
– it's the way of the empty hand

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No emperors, no generals, and
No stupid wars with swords
Just small kids in the sand
And it slipping through our fingers

*

No pretense of fake perfection
No shaming our direction
Just hope and honest effort
Walking among kin with straight back
                                           and chin up

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No walls we could not unbuild
No chasing foreign lands
Just being what we were meant to be
– it's the way of the empty hand