When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying 의해 their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will 사랑 start?
The 일 we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The 일 we 사랑 too much to kill
The 일 others' pain becomes our pain
The 일 we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying 의해 their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will 사랑 start?
The 일 we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The 일 we 사랑 too much to kill
The 일 others' pain becomes our pain
The 일 we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the 쓴, 쓰라린 wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
노래 its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined 의해 others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of 로스트 symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the 쓴, 쓰라린 wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
노래 its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined 의해 others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of 로스트 symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
