Threats of the war are. Knocking at our door. It's the coming horror picture. Of heroes on the floor. The taller monster of hate. To smother our hope or love here.
I believe for every drop of rain that falls. A flower grows,. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night. A candle glows,. I believe for everyone who goes astray,.
Seems like only yesterday. I thought I had my life together. Ain't it funny how some things change. For it is today I feel uncertain. . About my whole world.
See you there on the corner. Have nowhere to go. All your dreams like a fading flower. Fade away to die. . Now all your visions have left you. All your hope is gone.