There are few that ever speak
About the change we need to make
Cause those that have been brave
Have found themselves a grave
And if I end up dead, if I end up dead
In the name of something better
Put on that mighty stone
The true emboldened letters
Find me a little piece of peace
Find me a little piece of peace
Find me a little piece of peace
To hold onto when the nights are cold
And I’ve had a long hard week
Find me a little piece of peace
What’s the use of tongue so tied
In a knot they can’t sit right
In a mouth so fed up wide
They can’t tell truth from lie
And if I end up waked, if I end up waked
From a nightmare so surreal
I will thank a great creator
For the urgency to feel
Find me a little piece of peace
Find me a little piece of peace
Find me a little piece of peace
To hold onto when the nights are cold
And I’ve had a long hard week
Find me a little piece of peace
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