The soft wind blows
The grass rustles
A land of peace
No harmful bustle

The darkness rises
Brewing in our mind
Dark words, dark purpose
Darkness that binds

Hate and prejudice
Fill our hearts with shame
Don't shout at them
For you are the one to blame

Shouts arise
Anger bubbles
Knives are drawn
Fights leave rubble

Anger strikes
Blood is drawn
Revenge is made
Peace is gone

But a pure heart
Raises hopeful chanting
Calls for no more fighting
People call it mindless ranting

"Blow, wind of the prairie
Blow away the evilness in our hearts
Blow it across the sea
Blowit away from me."