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The Road Is Lost - A Broken Silence/Tim Freedman
Can you picture a little
Boy
Dragging wood down the lane
Grandma waiting for him brother
Playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score
Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love
But the love is never more
Wishing it all to end
Enraged by the slaughtering thoughts explode
Like my heads a grenade and I drawed the pin
Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend
Must punish to win
Gotta let that gun off for you kin
The only laws is no laws at all once it begins
From the smell of blood
Violence is absorbed into the skin
And the thoughts of kids caught up should torture people to death
Now freedoms with them
See if they morph and see any sense
Can you picture a little boy
Dragging wood down the lane
Grandma waiting for him brother
Playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score
Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love
But the love is never more
Not all true pictures of war are
Drawn in the news
So we painted a little more like
George Gittoes do
Jaded because we didn't hear them
Calls coming through
How we'd savor our days
If we had to walk in them shoes
Countries can't build
Without support for the youth
They lost when their most important
Resources abused
Forming our views
And not picking up on the cues
Inner city blues stop many from listening to the clues
Voices on mute
And so we whisper this to you
No time for school
Many children be enlisted to be troops
And we walk
Thinking
That the system got us screwed
Like we taught
Just to keep a short
Distance from the truth
When score are born only to be drifting to a noose
When they gone
Well be saying lord forgive we never knew
Gotta question why many
Got there scriptures misconstrued
Why spending on weapons
And not assistance is the rule
Can you picture a little boy
Dragging wood down the lane
Grandma waiting for him brother
Playing outside in the rain
Each day we hear the score
Before not after shots of war
And the road to him is love
But the love is never more
We're caught up in the pictures that they have shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Got a cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives it's best that they blindfold us
Can you picture a little boy
Dragging wood down the lane
Grandma waiting for him brother
Playing outside in the rain
We're caught up in the pictures that they have shown us
And not the millions of innocents that been blown up
Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood
For their objectives it's best that they blindfold us
Can you picture a little boy
Dragging wood down the lane
Grandma waiting for him brother
Playing outside in the rain
