Dust storms
They're blowing up their schools
No more golden rules
They're blowing up their homes
No longer happy casting stones
Let our tears be their rain
Wash it all away ...
So they know they are not alone
Let our rivers be their pain
In there promised land
Killing woman and man
The blood that's always flown
Is that how their gardens grow?
I dont care of diffrent views
I wish no death on you
I am happy; it's how I am
To gladly call you friend
Let our tears be their rain
Wash it all away ..
So they know they are not alone
Let our rivers be their pain
I'd keep this to myself
But I've seen to much to lie
If I dont reach out .. to you
You are dead and I will die
We're brother's ,sister's, friends
In this little world we tred
I guess we just pretend
That troubles with us end
Let our tears be their rain
Wash it all away ...
So they know they are not alone
Let our rivers be their pain
Reach and take my hand
It's as far as I can extend
I'm grieving for our loss
Its what I do as friend
I will not pretend
That with us our troubles end
For rivers will always flow
With the tears of what weve known
For the death and sufferring again in the middle east
I hate to open my eyes and see the world
Its so sad , real , depressing
Yet I am not blind
Leaves you very happy to live in the west
But THAT IS A STORM BREWING
I can taste the dust
Will there never be enough blood to wet it down?
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