The world feels like it's storming and everyone is ignoring
!peace!
all my life was warning
for every single morning
with life sets a new gap and trying hard feels like a trap
peace is impossible with dictators that talk all crap
time has struck us way too soon
and our whole lives are fading among angry goons, with nothing better to do
battling with guns, and bombs they chose
people scared to walk from their rooms because the fight has entered places of much to lose
with ever second we stand there are people drowning in the sand
and our only master plan is to kill a freaking man
watch as I end this war of retched chatter,
firing battles, and racing jets to bomb a city with deadly missiles that could bury a fifty men
history will repeat and men will retreat
with a run for their lives and certain defeat
women and children fall
and men with guns brawl
this world will never understand
friendship is just people standing hand in hand
playing in the sand.
