Break All the Mirrors

Break all the mirrors so we can’t see what we’ve become. What happened to that sixties dream of a world built on love? Survival made so difficult we couldn’t see it slip away. Now it is on our children, the bill is theirs to pay. I swear to God up above it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh Lord it doesn’t have to be this way. The flowers once so powerful…have all withered away We sit here softly rocking, and don’t know what to say The days they seem so endless with life’s boulders in our way Our dreams they fall like teardrops and our feet seem stuck in clay I swear to God up above it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh Lord it doesn’t have to be this way. Why did we choose to settle, for a nightmare as our dream? Why did we choose to settle for mammon’s twisted scheme? Once we danced at Woodstock united as one team Once we understood to win, on each other we must lean I swear to God up above it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh Lord it doesn’t have to be this way. We should not have to look at yesterday to see how it should be We should be able to wake each day knowing we are free The cost so great while it grows so late and twilight makes its call Softly chuckling at the structure while knowing it will fall I swear to God up above it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh Lord it doesn’t have to be this way. To the children we must apologize for we placed them in the stock Then we frightened handed over the keys to their binding lock Dashing madly in our search for satisfactions shining bauble The weight so great the time so late as stumbling we do hobble I swear to God up above it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh Lord it doesn’t have to be this way. Oh well, break all the mirrors so we can’t see what we’ve become. What happened to that sixties dream of a world built on love? Survival made so difficult we couldn’t see it slip away. Now it is on our children, the bill comes due today