The peace that once was,
The war that now is,
It's started a storm,
To end badness such as this.
The field was once peaceful,
Where children could play,
Now they are no longer here,
They were taken away.
I know I could never belong here,
With this place I could never be one,
Its time here is short,
The storm has only begun.
Out here the tall grass is waving,
Moving with the wind,
The people here are still, unmoving,
No one has a hand to lend.
Yet they stand and watch,
Watch their world come to an end,
They put the blame on others and God,
And they all have to attend.
I suppose they've always know,
That it was their own sin,
They won't except that, though,
So let the rain begin.
