I’m calling for a revolution
And it starts in your own circle
In you own sphere.
With those that you hold dear.
Try with them. Try your best
Let old follies and rages rest.
Hold out your hand in peace
Let your own battle cease.
These small wars. These small rages
Blot you life with blackened pages.
But when you look to bigger wars
You can’t understand the cause
It’s hard to see a reason
Why murder and violence mark every season.
But look at your life.
Examine your soul
Let the mending begin at home.
This revolution can be small
And might feel no good at all
But I promise you that if you all take part
The vibes of progress will really start
To spread outwards from its core
And overlap more and more
And soon your circle will be the world
And your tiny voice will have been heard.