by Graham Goble
Ego claims the victory, the silence closes again,
dream rain down on humanity as we stand with our face to the wind,
prisoners taken and locked away, the trial has begun,
the truth is forsaken and we cannot say who is the fortunate one.
My little son, he looked up and said to me,
"I wanna know, now who is the enemy?
The radio just said there was gonna be a cruel madness."
A cruel madeness,
that our kids have to live in this world as it is today,
a cruel madness,
you know, I just want out, I wanna scream and shout and turn it about,
sail away.
What can I say to someone as young as you?
How could you know the things that a man will do?
Or understand what nobody ever knew, it's just a cruel madness.
A cruel madeness,
that our kids have to live in this world as it is today,
a cruel madness,
you know, I just want out, I wanna scream and shout and turn it about,
sail away.
Lines are drawn the numbers called for those who must obey,
sons and daughters climb the city walls to give their youth away,
how much longer will insanity reign? When can we go home?
Why do nations want to live this way? In their world all alone ...
My little son, don't cry,
you have the power within your life,
don't be afraid, your tenderness will stop this cruel madness.
A cruel madeness,
that our kids have to live in this world as it is today,
a cruel madness,
you know, I just want out, I wanna scream and shout and turn it about,
madeness,
that our kids have to live in this world as it is today,
a cruel madness,
you know, I just want out, I wanna scream and shout and turn it about,
sail away.