I rue the day when we can no longer be
the day without harmony
when faith is sold
when our love has rust
when our hearts turn cold
when all becomes dust
The day the sky turns gray
The day the joyful bird whimpers away
The day when our youth cannot feel
The day when we have no strength left to heal
The inevitable future is becoming clear
Hold on tight for it is packed with fear
Peace will only be a joke
And triumphant war will be our cloak
As we turn a blind eye
We lay down humanity to die
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
I rue the day when we can no longer be
the day without harmony
when faith is sold
when our love has rust
when our hearts turn cold
when all becomes dust
The day the sky turns gray
The day the joyful bird whimpers away
The day when our youth cannot feel
The day when we have no strength left to heal
The inevitable future is becoming clear
Hold on tight for it is packed with fear
Peace will only be a joke
And triumphant war will be our cloak
As we turn a blind eye
We lay down humanity to die
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