Finals Week Song

January 8, 2010
By lilblonde103 SILVER, Farmingville, New York
lilblonde103 SILVER, Farmingville, New York
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Eyes Glisten
Tears fall
Love ends

Hearts shatter
Dreams break
People everywhere
Are dying

What has this world come to?
With man fighting man
For nothing
Why did this happen
And where did we go wrong
Tell me when

So I ask you

What answer does a bomb solve?
Just millions will die
A war against all people
From the air the sea and sky

Why must a mother
Watch her child suffer
Why must a father
Bury his own daughter
Why must these faces
Always look so scared
And why doesn’t the whole world
Seem to ever really care

If we all called strangers friends
Where could we go wrong?
If we all pulled together
We might just get along

So I ask you

What answer does a bomb solve?
And why the tanks and planes
Do the take away the hurt we feel
Do they take away the pain?

Watch these eyes glisten
And those tears fall
See that love end

Watch the hearts shatter
And see the dreams break
See the people over there

From all the hate
That lives in this world
And all the jealousy
People’s world’s are crashing down
Right beside me
People all around me suffer
People all around me cry

I ask you, I ask you
To please tell me why
Why must I watch, the world slowly die

Does the whole world need to suffer
Must everything go bad?
Take me to a time, a place
Where everyone is glad
Take me to a time, to a place
Where not one soul is sad
I wanna go back to the beginning
Where everything was right
When we could all hold hands
And we would never fight

But I watch the world crumble
To pieces around me
When I look there are people dying
This is what I see

Please watch my eyes glisten
Please watch my tears fall too
Please stop the madness
Please stop the world,
From slowly

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Milo! said...
on Mar. 13 2010 at 7:13 am
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.

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