The sky is dark, the air is damp br Bombs light the sky yellow, red and white- br With my heart becoming a dim light br I continue to march on until the race is won br br I pass the corpses br I pass the shadows br I pass the crying widows br br Every weapon we had went off br Striking down hope to everyone we met br Until I met my enemy with strength in his eyes br In them I saw…. br br In them I wept. br br He whispered: 'Have no doubt br One day we can work this out br Tonight, maybe we are going to run br And dream of when the morning comes.' br br I let down my gun br I dare not fire upon my brother, my son br Raising a hand, lighting fires br With blazing souls burning with desires br br I know the sky could be blue br I know the bombs could slumber br I don’t mind br I just need to know its not a waste of time...