The Gun Felled Hope

The gun felled hope, true words indeed.
And left the streets in red.
Those things broken by evils greed.
For hope now lies there dead.
Each mountain there we have to climb,
Was built by bloody hands.
No precious land to call so mine,
What is it with these lands?
That makes us so determined to,
Execute another,
You pull the mask from his dead face to,
Find your young dead brother.
This pain of war I cannot hide,
For pain is sometimes truth.
Why must this time on earth abide,
When innocence is hurt.
Mankind has a fascination
With taking things away,
Jesus, The Resurrection. Think,
They too will have their day.
To take a life with a button,
Throw away with a smile,
And to live on all forgotten,
Good Reaper – Been a while.
My friend, will it take the Reaper,
To tidy up the blood?
And the giants are such sleepers,
In the precious small world?

Far beyond the northern star I
Here another bomb blast.
Far beyond the northern star I
Question – will we last…?