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lyrics: J. Morse © 1982 We stand on the corner in a tiny little town Look up to the skies, and see the sun go down Thinking of an ancient place Where hope can shine across all space And all the hopes of evil will have drowned Give me a sign of love, destroy the evil here Let me find the peace of mind that I hold dear Give me life on tranquil seas Or death before the freeze Allow to escape a fate unclear The end is near, the final days The skies are clear, no obscuring haze Bring me my freedom, give me some time Allow me to go, I'm innocent of crime Except for being born in this time We sit in a field, watching people being fed On the edge of the town, trying not see all the dead There's so few left, we're all alone No life to live, no children grown Our hopes are dead, our spirit gone There's so few left, and I don't belong And my field's turning red. . . |