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When the World Cries

I have seen many things within my life And I wonder if we have learned a thing I saw man reach for the stars, place his foot upon the moon And I heard the whole world it sing I saw two brothers that the world so loved One became as King upon our eyes The one he fell upon the wayside of our lives As the other was taken too his life I saw a man, he taught and he preached He said, Please set my people free He too, he fell along the wayside of his path Now three times the world cried misery I watched a war where many they died So many, they lost their lives For the fourth time the world, this time cried fowl This war that was proclaimed a lie I saw their names placed down in stone For those that had given lives And I wonder if we have learned a thing at all And I wonder if this does make it right I watched a Princess live out her life I remember the night that she died Again the world it lost a love For the fifth time the world it cried I watched the Towers as the whole world gazed upon As evil, it brought the towers down Again so many they would lose their lives And again the whole world it cried I watched a man proclaim, I am a King You can't touch me, I have my own way Many they died while under his rule His ruthlessness and his evil ways I watched the night in the predawn hours Lightening made by man it filled the sky This time the world knew what must be done Still there were those that doubted why I watched as those stormed across his land And proclaimed evil must not survive I saw the Kingdom handed back to it's peoples hands But this time the world it would not cry We have all seen many things within our lives And sometimes wonder of the reasons why Sometimes the world it has it's need to cry But then sometimes we do get it right.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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