• From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn,
    I think about what will happen from my time to beyond.
    Jealousy and old grudges brought up to date
    To create a new foundation,
    One full of hate
    I dream about a day when all of this will past
    I guess I will have to wait until the die is cast.
    Why all the hate?
    Why all the pain?
    Is it all for one's personal gain?
    Fights and riots would break out
    To defend what?
    A coward's doubt?
    Why must these lives end this way?
    Oh how I dreamed I would see the day
    When the sun rises
    To breaks the night
    An a new life begins
    Without a day of riots and fights