When progress becomes
regress
And cities are set on
fire
The rage of the people
will burn bright
Tottering ideals expire.
Tyrants feed, dictators
greed
Who can lead the wild
flame?
When the earth begins
to turns backwards
All the unknown need a name.
Mass killers only
hinders
More than generals can
command.
The devil wages the
fiercest war
For much more than our
mere land.
When what's torn part
is our heart
And we cannot find our
soul.
More is needed than our
human pride
A mender to make us
whole.
Ideals burn placed in
the urn
And everything is in
soot
We refuse to build it
back again
We will shake it from
our foot.
A new place with a new
grace
Unlike all others
before
What was started from
the beginning
God will finally
restore.
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