Oh My

Songs of bombs from the night sky.

Don't wake me up, they sing me lullaby.

I’m just wondering why.

Doesn't everyone stop killing and ally?

I don't compromize.

Nor sympathize.

But why? Do we act that out? Oh, my...

We're trapped in something we defy.

I wish it was not me.

You'll know that life's getting wry.

When the children smile and raise their guns up high.

No space for alibi

Hatred grows so fast and goodness slowly dies.

I don't compromize.

Nor sympathize.

But why? Do we act that out? Oh, my...

We become something we deny.

Don't you see their eyes?

Your love's gonna cure my wound.

Your hopes are gonna heal my soul.

Not the fight for who's wrong or right.

Not the words that soon be swallowed.

Your love's gonna cure my wound.

Your hopes are gonna heal my soul.

Wash your mind!

Watch your mouth!

Don't start the fire!

It's been gone too far.

Oh, stop the fight!

We've had enough.

Don't cry too much!

We must be taugh.

Oh, disagreement shouldn't have been war, or nothing left but sore or people will die more.

So, what do we wait for?

Stop the fight! Oh, My...

Just stop! Oh, My...