Power Into Our Hands

A new song with hope for peace and change. I wrote the lyrics, but reluctantly used AI to create the music since I can't play or sing right now. If I had a band, I would call it the Middle Aged Poets Militia (MAPM). If you like this song, please like, comment, and share. If you know musicians, it's open for use. Lyrics by Gilbert Schramm, video editing by Carol Schramm. Lyrics: Power Into our Hands Every evening I go to sleep in a world that might not keep until morning my dreams come storming Into my mind And take me on paths that are growing dark And filled with warnings Every morning I drag myself awake Into a world I can barely take Where the news is all bad and always worse than the day before Famines and war And people with means Struggling down the wrong way So let me tell you when it comes to this society there are places I 'd much rather be But then it really isn’t up to you and me because we haven’t taken that power into our hands Where it belongs Where it belongs yeah, we haven't taken that power into our hands. Every day confusion grows a little deeper Every day life gets a little cheaper People warring People storing hatreds in their hearts And sowing the seeds of their own destruction Their own destruction Every evening love. seems more distant There is only always this constant Restless pondering Useless squandering Of my time Time that was a gift Which is swiftly slipping away Let me tell you when it comes to this heart of mine There are things that I need to redesign But then I know that it really won’t shine Until I take love and its power into my hands where it belongs where it belongs until I take the power of love in hand and take a stand