Post by Wallflower on Mar 6, 2005 3:13:20 GMT -5
Worlds of wonder, world of fears;
One world dies, another one appears.
Two worlds: one made to love and the other to hate;
Technologies above all, yet they cannot foretell their fate.
Wars of death, words of wisdom;
then comes the sun's shine, through beautiful prisms.
People do not die in wars alone;
We remorse, yet they never make it home.
My world, your world, have themselves in quite a bind;
Killing, all because one another is a different kind.
There should never have been fighting between your world and mine;
Because traitors of ones own, are too easy to find.
Although these things will soon die down;
I doubt if anyone will ever be safe or sound.
One world dies, another one appears.
Two worlds: one made to love and the other to hate;
Technologies above all, yet they cannot foretell their fate.
Wars of death, words of wisdom;
then comes the sun's shine, through beautiful prisms.
People do not die in wars alone;
We remorse, yet they never make it home.
My world, your world, have themselves in quite a bind;
Killing, all because one another is a different kind.
There should never have been fighting between your world and mine;
Because traitors of ones own, are too easy to find.
Although these things will soon die down;
I doubt if anyone will ever be safe or sound.
