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Time Our Wicked Home

Richard Marot
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Time has lived inside a swamp
Hope has suffered in many souls
The young hearts have known the cruel powder
And with their fingers they pulled the trigger

Time has been our wicked home
Time is our wicked home...
Inside the most wicked jailhouse
People are cryin' at the break of dawn
They cannot see their newborn day
They only see their time inside an old prison

Time has murdered our leaders of peace
Time has frozen our beautiful breeze
Hate was the crown of our Time's kingdom
With no sweet illusions of Freedom

Politicians have sowed the hungry fields
Without leaving their golden palaces
And Time has helped their coward hearts
Fate has involved and Time has protected
All the nests of this unchained land
And Fear is the best known word

Time has been our wicked home
Time is our wicked home...
Inside the most wicked jailhouse
People are cryin' at the break of dawn
They cannot see their newborn day
They only see their time inside an old prison

Lawyers have helped these old statements
And their prison has always grown
The old age of killers has well laughed
And this prison has become a slavery field

War was just a truth in the sinners' tongue
And peace was the only lie they could tell
Poverty and hunger were around the wars
And they were the only gift for the poor men
And this prison's world was larger
Death and life were mixed with Time
And memory was just a bad miss
And fear was the best known word.

Time has been our wicked home
Time is our wicked home...
Inside the most wicked jailhouse
People are cryin' at the break of dawn
They cannot see their newborn day
They only see their time inside an old prison

But I hope this ugly prison will be destroyed
And the ruins of this time won't be forgotten
In order to create a new beautiful day
Where twilight and dawn will be friends
Until the end of our last waltz

People have fought around the whole world
To find a new order which is absurd
In front of the hungry eyes in a mad time
According to this new time, Fear will be buried
And I hope that It will be the most forgotten word

Time has been our wicked home
Time is our wicked home...
Inside the most wicked jailhouse
People are cryin' at the break of dawn
They cannot see their newborn day
They only see their time inside an old prison

But Time has always been our wicked home...
This is our saddest Life's way
But we must try to live fine, anyway...
Although Time has always been our wicked home...

Contributed by Carles Viadel - 2007/12/28 - 13:08



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