Tidings of joy
to this faceless world;
tidings of joy
to the blind windows
of the TV’s.
Amongst the forsaken stars
one for the season
has come and goes on
beaming.
Tidings of peace
to this faceless world;
tidings of peace
to the blind weapons
of superpowers.
Amongst the forsaken words
one for a brother
has been spoken and is still
valid.
Tidings of good will
to this faithless world
tidings of good will
to the blind hearts
of human forms.
Amidst the forsaken promises
one cut in stone
is being re-written again
on hearts.
Lauma Lapa
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