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?

I stand

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.