The dark is closing in now, the air is going too
The water's stuck below the ground, the power's cut in two
The bakeries were blown to pieces for panels on the roof
They're told to flee by foot, we'll see if they can make it through
A child like mine was orphaned by design, a gruesome plan
A mother heard her baby birds crushed in the revenge
And all the while the vultures smiled who put the guns in hand
A factory for misery that prays that war won't end
They're burning orchards, fig and olive, trying to claim the roots
They're digging for a legacy, a claim to land that's proof
But who belongs to rock and farm when bombing fast and loose?
You hear the ground below resound, the cracking land abused
The scene is sad, too sad to bear, but of this world I sing
The happy tune is spun around a world of fantasy
They say the stars will pull apart and gravity will lose
Into this storm I launch my love, I watch her walking new
So call the angels loudly now to enter every room
It cannot be that entropy should claim us for the gloom
But if you pulled away from me, I hope you have a tune
The will, the seeds to grow again, the blossom, and the fruit
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