Wednesday, October 5, 2011

the healing gonna start

a’ nother day has come to end,
sifting sand out of my boots,
a’ nother night I’m gonna spen’nnd,
sleeping in this camo suite,

last week i lost my best friend,
now i lay here wishing it was me,
when's all this violence gonna en’nnnd,
somebody won’t you tell me ple’eeease,

i came here fighting for a reason,
one that's now so hard to find,
all this blood that has been shed,
it doesn’t know no battle lines,

yeahh-ehhh-ehhh-aaaaahhhh,

it just stains the ground,
with every soldiers tear,
and somewhere in the silence,
you can hear a whisper clear,

it saying ohh-aahhh,

that there ain’t no peace that comes from war,
there ain’t no love that comes from hate,
a million stones we gonna ca’aaaast,
still ain’t nothing gonna cha'aaa'nge,

when we can lay down our pri’iiide,
and we can open up our hearts,
yes when that sweet day comes,
ohhh-ooohh-ohhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh,
that’s when the healing gonna star'arrr't,


i held onto my mother's hand,
as we heard that gavel fall,
and i held back the te’eears,
as they lead me down that hall,

i told myself that it was justice,
blood for blood was only right,
but as i saw the tears fall from his mother’s eyes,
that was such an awful sight,

now I’m begging for forgiveness,
asking lord wont you save my soul,
as soon the needle they'll put in,
and it will be my time to go,

i set out search’innnng for redemption,
now that seems so hard to find,
all this blood that has been shed,
it don’t know no battle lines,

yeahh-ehhh-ehhh-aaaaahhhh,

it just stains the ground,
with every soldiers tear,
and somewhere in the silence,
you can hear a whisper clear,

it saying ohh-aahhh,

that there ain’t no peace that comes from war,
there ain’t no love that comes from hate,
a million stones we gonna ca’aaaast,
still ain’t nothing gonna cha'aaa'nge,

when we can lay down our pri’iiide,
and we can open up our hearts,
yes when that sweet day comes,
ohhh-ooohh-ohhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh,
that’s when the healing gonna star'arrr't,

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