Blood on the ground, fingers pointed to the sky
when will we have a chance to say goodbye?
who do I thank for all I have to fear?
who will tell me what I want to hear?
Is there any hope left for us anymore
did hope die with people who've gone before?
did doubt and fear stay with the dust
that settled on a dream that went bust?
Alive and well in the 20th century
can't forget the villians that died in infamy
time goes so fast, the dead die so quick
will God come back when there's nothing left to fix?
Feel the air around me
Feel the ground beneath me
Feel peace flow though me
I want never to leave
but I take a step;
Watch my world fall away
As I step into another.