Someday at Christmas men won't be boys. Playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see. A world where men are free.
Someday at Christmas men won't be boys. Playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see. A world where men are free.
One little Christmas tree was standing alone. Waiting for someone to come by. One little Christmas tree that never had grown. Cried as he looked up to the sky.
Someday at Christmas. Men won't be boys. Playing with balms. Like kids play with toys. One December. All hearts will see. A world where men are free. .
Someday at Christmas men won't be boys. Playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see. A world where men are free.
What happened to the world we knew,. when we would dream and scheme and while the time away,. I have a dream, so did you.. Life was warms, love was true,.
Someday at Christmas men won't be boys. Playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see. A world where men are free.