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once again i'm in the middle of another peaceful day here in america. peace. what does all this war come to. here is another day that's going to be recorded in every history book ever made from this day forward. at least in america. will they talk about this war with pride as well. well the newscasters shed even a tear this time. will america shed a tear that these innocent people have been striped of their lives, and all their posessions before that. i want to know. what is it like? what's it like to have bombs in your back yard. maybe there would be some understanding if that experience existed. but not for me. freedom kicks in. we can move about freely in this country. my heart is at a standstill. my eyes search around in the hope of an answer. an answr that is skips along the lines of impossible. laying down is easy for most of us. but not for two billion other people in the world. hopefully those people have not been stripped of their wonders of imagination, creativity, dreams, hope, faith, and love. i dream of a day where peace rains across the world.