'More walls since Good Friday', he said.
There's nothing good about that.
Down Bombay Street
there's flames at our feet
and they burn like the Indian sun.
It's a far cry from home you land.
Your brothers and sisters behind.
This battle scar's long
like a mourning song
you know though you never had learned.
Now we'll never know
the man you'd have been,
the one who brought peace
to a land born in pain.
Taught love to a daughter
kindness to a son
but you've ended before you've begun.
You've ended before you've begun.
And a Main Street became the frontline.
My beloved a casualty of time.
It's wrong, it's wrong,
no matter what side you're on,
to end them before they've begun.
Now we'll never know
the man you'd have been,
the one who brought peace
to a land born in pain.
Taught love to a daughter
kindness to a son
but you've ended before you've begun.
You've ended before you've begun.
We'll never know
the man you'd have been,
the one who brought peace
to a land born in pain.
Taught love to a daughter
kindness to a son
but you've ended before you've begun.
You've ended before you've begun.
(Let's put it all behind us...)
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)
(Let's put it all behind us...)
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)
Let's put it all behind us!
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)
Let's put it all behind us!
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)
(Let's put it all behind us...)
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)
(Let's put it all behind us...)
(Let's live in harmony, harmony...)