The Road Is Lost歌词

A Broken Silence - The Road is Lost
Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love,but the love is never more
Wishing it all to end,enraged by the slaughtering
Thoughts explode like my head's a grenade and I draw the pin
Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend
Must punish to win,gotta let that gun off for ya kin
Now only laws is,no laws at all once it begins
From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin
And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death
Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense
Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love,but the love is never more
Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news
So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do
Jaded because we didn't hear them calls coming through
How we'd savor our days,if we had to walk in them shoes
Countries can't build without support for the youth
They lost when their most important resources abused
Forming our views,and not picking up on the cues
Inner-city blues stop men from listening to the clues
Voices on mute,and so we whisper this to you
No time for school,many children be enlisted to be troops
And we walk,thinking that the system got us screwed
Like we taught,just to keep a short distance from the truth
When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose
When we can we'll be saying,Lord forgive,we never knew
Gotta question why men,got their scriptures misconstrued
And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule
Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love,but the love is never more
We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us
Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain
We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us
Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane?
Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain编辑于2023/12/13更新