There is too much hate and very little love
Now is the time
The time to love
There is too much greed in this world
Most everything is getting higher
A time to love
Should become our desire
Now is the time
The time to love
It's comng from the heavens
The heavens above
Now is the time
The time for sharing
A time for love
A time for caring
It will endure these hard times
and we will never be apart
Now is the time
The time to love
It's coming from all around
And the heaven above
From guest poet Larry Jamerson
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