Standing here
I realize
You were just like me
Trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong?
When our gun is down I think we'll both agree
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way
I've cut my own path
You've followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the same
The world has turned and so many have burned but nobody is to
blame.
I'm staring across this barren wasted land.
I feel new life will be born beneath the blood stained sand.