by Colie Brice

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Turn the Tide Turn the Tide By Coleman R. Brice Tired of the same old hate, tired of insane disgrace Can’t we find a way to stop this shame? Some say we need more guns, some say we need more funds No one seems to think the same.. Burn your pride, stop the ride, nowhere to hide, so turn the tide! Fierce divide, stop choosing sides, hear their cries, turn the tide.. Dear God can we find a way, to stop these crimes and stem the rage Before another precious soul is lost? Let us do all that we can, to turn this tide and take a stand Any price we pay is worth the cost. Burn your pride, stop the ride, nowhere to hide, so turn the tide! Fierce divide, stop choosing sides, hear their cries, turn the tide.. We need more than thoughts and prayers, empty words and partisan dares Media loves to place the blame Spend less time splitting hairs, only uphill climbs will heal despair Distraction and reaction is a useless game. Burn your pride, stop the ride, nowhere to hide, so turn the tide! Fierce divide, stop choosing sides, hear their cries, turn the tide..

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