I am looking out my window
and my heart is filled with pain,
For lo, the Spring is gone now,
it may never come again,
In a land that's ruled by jesters,
all the prophets seem like clowns,
And I don't know where I'm going,
but I guess I'll hang around.
So you tell me, tell me once again,
It will all turn out all right,
If you hold me, oh please hold me,
I can make it through the night.
See our young ones test their wings
as they go flying off to war,
See them come back two years later,
and they still don't know what for.
People living on the edge here
need a reason just to breathe,
Amid the fighting and the bloodshed,
do we dare to talk of peace?
I look up and watch the clouds
as they are learning how to fly,
But they cannot hide the warplanes
flying swiftly throught the sky.
Generals divide the landscape
with their greedy little hands;
It's as if they owned the sunrise-
-will this fighting ever end?
Someday we'll learn to live together,
into plowshares bend our spears,
And our children won't know shelters,
won't know borders, won't know fears.
O'er the graves of our brave soldiers,
the grass once more will thrive.
Despite a hundred years of fighting,
our hope is still alive.