You hope one day to feel less of this confusion To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion But then you wake to face another. . . revolution And as the world keeps turning You feel left behind
Is there another world beyond this cold existence? Can hope return to us despite our own resistance? I wish the light would come and filter through this distance. . .
And as the world keeps turning You feel left behind
I hope one day to feel less of this confusion To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion But as I wake each day it is. . .to revolution
