On the neon news they won't be talking bout his life Flowers still unfolding when he had to fly Toward, toward God
May this war end and Insha'Allah, he knelt to pray When a dusty troop misjudged and blew him away Strangers, same God
They are faceless numbers in the headlines we've all read Wrong strike leaves but teen civilians dead Hold that thought My God
Maybe our heart is seized with passing pity for the dead And vague suspicions creep into your head Am I a part of war and what he's gone for? Next on channel four celebrity gossipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
