When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying 由 their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will 爱情 start?
The 日 we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The 日 we 爱情 too much to kill
The 日 others' pain becomes our pain
The 日 we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying 由 their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will 爱情 start?
The 日 we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The 日 we 爱情 too much to kill
The 日 others' pain becomes our pain
The 日 we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the 苦 wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
唱歌 its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined 由 others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of 迷失 symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the 苦 wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
唱歌 its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined 由 others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of 迷失 symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn