written in late 2004
teardrops fall like rain
far too plentiful
and children must face pain
innocent young souls
and people who are hurt
lash out and hurt yet more
and make us feel like dirt
what are we fighting for?
and nations will compete
for crowns of glory and honour
and victory’s complete
when we insult Love and spit upon her.
in the name of Heaven
will You set us free?
are our fetters broken
and we simply cannot see?
is the sky really covered
with chains of steel?
or are they just reflections
of the pain that we feel?
misunderstandings
cause pain and hatred
confrontations demanding
that we quickly fix it
we blindfold Justice and hand her a spear
and force her to throw it at whomever is near.
children suffer for fathers’ crimes—
all we wanted was to be loved
nothing vital changes with the times
‘tis Hell on earth versus God above
in the name of Heaven,
will you set us free?
are our fetters broken
and we simply cannot see?
is the sky really covered
with chains of steel?
or are they just reflections
of the pain that we feel?
is it true that we could fly away?
into the sunrise of a brand-new day?
is there really such a thing as Hope?
could God really set us free?
far too plentiful
and children must face pain
innocent young souls
and people who are hurt
lash out and hurt yet more
and make us feel like dirt
what are we fighting for?
and nations will compete
for crowns of glory and honour
and victory’s complete
when we insult Love and spit upon her.
in the name of Heaven
will You set us free?
are our fetters broken
and we simply cannot see?
is the sky really covered
with chains of steel?
or are they just reflections
of the pain that we feel?
misunderstandings
cause pain and hatred
confrontations demanding
that we quickly fix it
we blindfold Justice and hand her a spear
and force her to throw it at whomever is near.
children suffer for fathers’ crimes—
all we wanted was to be loved
nothing vital changes with the times
‘tis Hell on earth versus God above
in the name of Heaven,
will you set us free?
are our fetters broken
and we simply cannot see?
is the sky really covered
with chains of steel?
or are they just reflections
of the pain that we feel?
is it true that we could fly away?
into the sunrise of a brand-new day?
is there really such a thing as Hope?
could God really set us free?
envoyé par Marie Amina - 27/3/2007 - 02:09
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