As we try, try, to over come,
This torture, this pain,
These lies the have been sung.
Someone out there is dying.
As they bleed, bleed, nievly waiting,
For heaven, and peace,
We are killing and fighting.
Someone out there is dying.
As deaths white, white cloak,
Comes to take them,
As we are bombing and destroying.
Someone out there is dying.
So give a little bit more,
Not just a penny in our pockets,
But our time, our care, our love.
So,
No-one out there will be dying. |
