In this world of confusion the blood flows free on the streets
while this hour of transtion crashes down at our feet
And in the darkness around us you can hear all the screams
of people now dying caught up in a terror of dreams
For the sadness of loved ones that will never come home
there are memories and moments bathed in tears when alone
While the sounds of darkness explode over the night sky
there are prayers of soldiers and out to God they do cry
Keep us safe through another night of uncertainty
and give safe passage for it's home where we long to to be
But freedom calls out to me there is a war-a war to be won
and the price of this all could be someone's daughter or son
There is blood on the street on the people everyone that you meet
the children are dying so much carnage some without feet
And some how there is hope for the ones that you can save
a brighter tomorrow one without war maybe someday
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