Speak not of the darkness that carries us forward
nor of the dark cloud that comes silently our way
we are all covered with guilt by all that we witness
when turning our backs on the truth every day.
Honour and virtue was our foundation for glory
but the ages of time saw each one torn apart
plundered and conquered then turned into martyrs
till nothing but wilderness is left in our hearts.
There was a time when love grew on rainbows
butterflies, not bombers… flew high in the sky
but the napalm burnt through till children were burning
and answers to questions… became infamous lies.
Now each new day born is clouded with darkness
now the sins of our father's become sins of our own
and the legacy will pass to all that we nurture
till nothing but darkness is all they will know.
