I looked down upon the road
I saw them bleed and die
I heard the deafening sound
Felt the tremble inside
I ran to help them out
But fear followed behind
I saw those vacant eyes
Death clouding their mind
I shout to the sky
To send down the rain
To wash away the horror
To wash away the pain
Oh what would be of us?
If we feast on flesh of our brothers
Oh what would be of us?
If we cannot care for others
Why should we always ?
Fight the wrong wars
Why should we always ?
Lose what is ours
Why should we always
Fear doing what is right
Why should we never
Stand up for the fight
I saw them bleed and die
I heard the deafening sound
Felt the tremble inside
I ran to help them out
But fear followed behind
I saw those vacant eyes
Death clouding their mind
I shout to the sky
To send down the rain
To wash away the horror
To wash away the pain
Oh what would be of us?
If we feast on flesh of our brothers
Oh what would be of us?
If we cannot care for others
Why should we always ?
Fight the wrong wars
Why should we always ?
Lose what is ours
Why should we always
Fear doing what is right
Why should we never
Stand up for the fight
5 comments:
kya be pagal ho gaya hai kya
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sooooo much pain buddy.........feels nice ya know......:)
....nyc ..to redefine this agony..of fuitile wars
thnx !!!!!!
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