The wind is cold
None of us are old...
Blood shed
mind obsessed...
Oh,Beirut i swear you'll have your dignity back...
One day we'll all stand driving these barking dogs...
Iridescent lights up the sky,
Spewing shapes left and right...
Drops falling down
Clouds thunder-clapping...
Silence.
no, there it is again...
200 years past
A new nation was created...
Starlight ripples your smile
eclipse the sun...
From far away battlefields to local towns
surges of Independence fills and drowns...
It is midnight
Half past eleven to be precise...
Americans be proud,
Of our grand country...
On the cross, hangs my King,
Beaten, bruised, not broken...