Flip flop footprints
Mark the desert sand
The soul of God
The cradle of Man
He crossed the ocean
In search of shiny stones
The crumbled earth
The ancient bones..
Children born to measure
Brown water from the Earth
The wells are dry
A dying birth..
Who we are? is
Who they are,
The evil
that Men do ?
Children play they
Crouch and hide shoot
A stick becomes gun
A soul becomes boot
Missionaries, merchants
Cattle, brides & slaves
I thought it was
A better day..
Crippled limbs -Crushed
By the weight of fallen stones
The knives and guns
They've found a home
Who we are, is
Who they are,
That Men do ?
Why must they die ? – So young,
Before they even fall in love,
Before they live a life,
Before they even know the truth ?
Why must they die – so young,
Before they even fall in love,
Before they live a life,
Before they even know the truth ?
Mark the desert sand
The soul of God
The cradle of Man
He crossed the ocean
In search of shiny stones
The crumbled earth
The ancient bones..
Children born to measure
Brown water from the Earth
The wells are dry
A dying birth..
Who we are? is
Who they are,
The evil
that Men do ?
Children play they
Crouch and hide shoot
A stick becomes gun
A soul becomes boot
Missionaries, merchants
Cattle, brides & slaves
I thought it was
A better day..
Crippled limbs -Crushed
By the weight of fallen stones
The knives and guns
They've found a home
Who we are, is
Who they are,
That Men do ?
Why must they die ? – So young,
Before they even fall in love,
Before they live a life,
Before they even know the truth ?
Why must they die – so young,
Before they even fall in love,
Before they live a life,
Before they even know the truth ?
envoyé par giorgio - 20/4/2012 - 12:19
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Lyrics & Music by Rodger Pegues
Album: The Historicity of Rodger Pegues [2009]
"War is evil.. Using children to fight wars… …is beyond evil.."