Bittersweet

My life is mostly bittersweet

It comes and goes with every deed

Are we to blame

Or just in need

When the last is gone

We plant our seed

One Planet

Are we going to hell

Are we going to heaven

We have a blast

And count to seven

This is our life

This is salvation

We are one planet

But out of frustration

We nearly extinct

We risk it all

Is the pleasure

Worth the fall

Are we going to hell

Are we going to heaven

We have to be sane

And count to seven

Troubled days

Healing rain

We stand in line not to go insane

As the corridors open

Windows are broken

And now who’s to blame

 

I had a friend

He was gone when the first bombs fell

Are we going to hell

It‘s all the same

 

We’re here alone

No light shines through the windows

I call it redemption

But out of temptation

I try to restrain

 

There is a new morning

I hear some talking

Shots in the distance

Our last resistance

It’s all the same

Freedom within

Freedom within

Freedom without

Mutual sin

Can we live with the doubt

A morning of blessings

Some old rotting trees

We could have been wiser

We seem still so blind

A morning of blessings

We need to be kind

Freedom within

Freedom without

We need to reflect

And not live with the doubt