by amica paige
If we all held hands, could we conquer death?
Young ones and grown ones, all locked up in arms
Holding me holding you holding him holding her
Would the heat then all around us light up the ground?
And would our voices reach the heavens when we chorus,
God can you hear us, do you hear our sound?
But would the earth shake its grounds when it hears our sound?
Or would the oceans dump its waters while we stand our ground.
But just imagine what would happen if we all held hands.
Just don't put me in the middle of some bloodied hands.