Voices of Youth

...note from the Past

All the Peace is gone. Oh! What have I become It's dark, I'm staggering, No light for me to see Have I lost it all, Cos all I see is war Correct me if i'm wrong, but all the Peace is gone

From the eyes of the little baby From the hands of a fallen army A press man's got blood on his diary Correct me if i'm wrong, but all the Peace is gone

...note from the Future

The breaking of a dawn, It's pretty on the shore Sunlight is appearing, Oh! What a gathering This is want I want, Not too much to ask for I can now rejoice, All the Peace is come

To the eyes of a little baby Into the hands of a friendly rivalry A father's got hugs for his new born son I can now rejoice, All the Peace is come