A broken silence - The road is lost ft Tim Freedman


A broken silence - The road is lost ft Tim Freedman

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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 heads a grenade and I drawed the pin
talking to men with one choice to run off or defend
must punish the win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin
the only laws is no laws at all once it begins
from the smell of blood violence is absorbed into their skin
and the thoughts of kids caught up should torture people to death
now freedoms with them see if them orphans 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 clues
inner-city blues stop many from listening to the clues
voices on mute, 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 scoresare born only to be drifting to a noose
where they gone well say , lord forgive we never knew
gotta question why many, got there 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 pictures that they have shown us
and not the millions of innocents that been blown up
cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
for their objectives its 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 pictures that they have shown us
and not the millions of innocents that been blown up
cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
for their objectives its 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

Видео A Broken Silence - The Road is Lost ft Tim Freedman
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