
There is no war or peace
there is just catastrophe
only hurt and pain
and some maladies
I know everyone is screaming
deaths a formality
everything is on a change
and there is no empathy
The broken strings of my guitar
still plays the song of hours
shows the destruction everywhere
and the flares out from the ground
the broken strings of my guitar
remembers all the fallen stars
shows the world going apart
that hope is there for a new start
There are no smiles or tears
and there is no sympathy
only those killing flames
and too many miseries
every one is left so alone
loneliness is a family
there is too much all around
and no place for honesty
The broken strings of my guitar
still plays the song of hours
shows the distress everywhere
and the flares out from the ground
the broken strings of my guitar
remembers who are already gone
thinking about the world so apart
that hope is there for a new start
The broken strings of my guitar
still plays the song of hours
shows the suffering everywhere
and the flares coming from the ground
the broken strings of my guitar
remembers all the crying hearts
shows the world going apart
that hopes are there for a new start!!