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We cried when the last ape died While reading about it in the paper And on the Internet We spoke of love and God above Told us to bomb them to Hell So it was done. We dreamt of peace and the humble priest Condemned those that were different And he had a bodyguard at his child abuse trial. We hugged a tree and we Built our house of wood We did the best we could. We were told to follow and the sight Blinded us, but not for good Yet we still stumble about in the night. We were told to rest, and in our chest Our hearts exploded From all the stress. We dream of dreaming Of living for a reason To see something more To believe i

There’s somebody dying right now in this world Maybe a little girl with an incurable disease Maybe a man charged with treason and shot in the back of his head While on his knees Maybe an old woman drawing her last breath all alone in bed Maybe a pound of lead being unloaded into a crowd Maybe a fighter pilot pushing a button Maybe it all means something Maybe I’m still just pretending But we’re all written with the same ending Maybe I’m just a little confused But we shouldn’t be able to choose How others’ lives are finished Maybe a person being bored to death by these words Maybe a person being cond

Past present what Future yesterday Let me stay... And no one makes it past this spot Slowly now you squeeze off a shot And as you leave you turn and say, We were always just a glance away. So make yourself forget the past You wonder if you`ll be the last There`s many more, the ocean`s deep Realize there`s a time to sleep A time to laugh, a time to cry A time to lay down and die. Break me now, look inside Dip deep down where the feelings hide Bring them back up toward the Sun Find out you`re not the only one Watch the world spin in its place Your heart beats, keeping pace White clouds wash in from far away A place you spent

Twenty One Gun Homecoming for Your Son Ma, I watched the TV today I saw what happened yesterday Another life taken away A flag draped box on a plane Twenty-one guns He wasn’t twenty-one Twenty-one guns Somebody’s only son And now he’s gone Gone away How could you take him from me? Why do you need to believe Everything that you see Was not for the brave or the free So I gave him a chance Just a one time try But you can save the last dance For my girl when I die I’m so far away from my home Lost in the dust all alone But I’ve always known You don’t want to answer the phone I hold my gun by my

Some people say that the past is the past We don't need to apologize for what someone did three centuries ago They should all just get jobs and be productive and shut up the old fat balding white man says When he's sitting in his ivory tower privileged by his skin Smoking Cuban cigars and sipping on his gin Don't feel responsible for the sins But he is and we all are We ignore it or say what they do has gone too far Guess we are a good place to live but not for everyone Reserves in our back yard, third world under a Canadian sun Courtesy of church and state We made them pay for no reason Took their sons away and raped their daught