The leaves they are falling, they’re spinning around
The trees they are swaying they’re touching the ground
The sky it is flashing and thunder’s the sound
The spirits are crying no peace to be found
Someone is praying for victory’s in sight
Someone is cheering as war planes take flight
Someone is laughing as bombs cut the sky
Who will be listening to screams in the night
Where are you now all you children of war
Where will you hide when the rains start to pour
Where are the angels that sheltered your door
Sleeping in ashes to wake oh no more
Who are these warriors that shattered your home
What will you call those who left you alone
Will they be heroes so righteous and bold
Or will they be demons with hearts made of stone
What will you fear when the storms break the sky
What will you fear when the winds start to cry
Will you hear thunder and lightening at night
Or will you hear spirits and war planes in flight
The leaves they are falling they’re spinning around
The trees they are swaying, they’re touching the ground
The sky it is flashing and thunder’s the sound
The children are crying no home to be found.
The trees they are swaying they’re touching the ground
The sky it is flashing and thunder’s the sound
The spirits are crying no peace to be found
Someone is praying for victory’s in sight
Someone is cheering as war planes take flight
Someone is laughing as bombs cut the sky
Who will be listening to screams in the night
Where are you now all you children of war
Where will you hide when the rains start to pour
Where are the angels that sheltered your door
Sleeping in ashes to wake oh no more
Who are these warriors that shattered your home
What will you call those who left you alone
Will they be heroes so righteous and bold
Or will they be demons with hearts made of stone
What will you fear when the storms break the sky
What will you fear when the winds start to cry
Will you hear thunder and lightening at night
Or will you hear spirits and war planes in flight
The leaves they are falling they’re spinning around
The trees they are swaying, they’re touching the ground
The sky it is flashing and thunder’s the sound
The children are crying no home to be found.
Contributed by Kathy Kostelec - 2020/6/7 - 23:23
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