Post by Matt on Mar 12, 2003 18:28:13 GMT -5
Snow falls like angel feathers
Dusting the war plagued earth
Giving it beauty, a sence of peace
But not at all a re-birth
War clashes among our countries, our cities
In our play grounds and home along the street
Where nations stand, where people live
Where children play, and wives get beat
But the fist will fall with blood staind hate
And we all have learned, we choose our own fate
Matt.
Dusting the war plagued earth
Giving it beauty, a sence of peace
But not at all a re-birth
War clashes among our countries, our cities
In our play grounds and home along the street
Where nations stand, where people live
Where children play, and wives get beat
But the fist will fall with blood staind hate
And we all have learned, we choose our own fate
Matt.