Can Only Imagine

I grew up at a time
When all we needed was love
Then the music died
When they shot down the dove

All he was saying
Was give peace a chance
In his round rimed glasses
And bell bottom pants

He sang of peace and hope
And how to fulfill it
Until it came to an end
By a cowardly bullet

We miss his genius and charm
And his Liverpool accent
Now only his dreams live on
And we can only Imagine.

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