Lyrics
Look, just look at those tiny hands,
This isn’t what we planned.
Born in a rage of nations,
Shaken to its foundations.
Dust and power smother
The vacant gaze of the mother.
Twisted wire concrete dread.
Warriors? No - the walking dead.
Burning passion. Peaceful Dove
Burning anger - devoid of Love
Burning rage - an evil state.
Burning planet - the human fate.
Know how it feels to hold and love,
Normal people, hand in glove,
Innocence of the ba-by born.
War wrecks lives and families mourn...
Instrumental
Handful of people causing strife:
No empathy - just greed. No life.
The way to win is love, not hate.
Making safe the children’s fate
Burning passion. Peaceful Dove
Burning anger devoid of Love
Burning rage - Devil at the gate.
Burning planet - the human fate.
Heads are buried in the sand.
Handful get to plot and plan
They can do whatever they please,
With democratic absentees
Drawing lines in the sand,
Protect the family, make demands.
This just isn’t what we planned,
Just you look at those tiny hands.
Burning passion. Peaceful Dove
Burning anger, devoid of Love
Burning rage – Devil at the gate.
Burning planet - the human fate.
Look, just look at those tiny hands,
This isn’t what we planned.
Born in a rage of nations,
Shaken to its foundations.
Dust and power smother
The vacant gaze of the mother.
Twisted wire, concrete dread.
Warriors? No, the walking dead.
Burning passion. Peaceful Dove
Burning anger devoid of Love
Burning rage - an evil state.
Burning planet - the human fate.
Burning planet. The human fate.
Burning planet. The human fate.
Burning planet. The human fate.
Dust and power smother
The vacant gaze of the mother,
Twisted wire concrete dread.
Warriors?
No - the walking dead.
© Stephen A Kearney 2023