Was it you I saw just standing there?
The sky was the colour,
The colour of your hair.
Your eyes glinted blue
But your soul was deep red.
The society's dead.”
Was a bold step to take for a broken heart
You were left and rejected,
Inside, torn apart.
The world didn't owe you,
And you didn't owe them.
If they'd just got to know you,
There might be some left.
But they had their chance,
Washed away with your dream.
They fought up against you,
There was no one between.
She should have been yours but they took her heart,
Now all that's left is a boy and his mess,
A broken disaster,
A heart's revenge.
So I'll stay with you,
An innocent hour.
We'll see this through,
We'll fight them together.
A broken plate, a father sighing,
And in the corner, a young boy crying.
A mirror smashed into a thousand bits,
`Great, another seven years of this shit!'
The small boy dabs at his tear stained eyes,
A bruise is forming and so is a lie.
`I walked into a door, I fell down the stairs.'
If nobody knows then no one can care.
`I'm sorry, Dad,' the boy gently whispers.
`Shut up!' The man snarls. `You'll wake up your sister.'
`I'm off down the pub, I'll be back soon,
Now clean up your mess, then get to your room.'
The boy was cradling his badly cut arm,
And watching his father who still looked quite calm.
`And if you're still here by the time I get back,
I swear I'll make that other eye black.'
And with that he went,
Without a single care,
Leaving his fourteen year old son
Agonized and scared.
This had happened before, so many times,
But now he'd gone too far,
He'd crossed the line.
This was all he could take,
It had to end now.
He knew what to do,
He just didn't know how.
Then his eyes came to rest on the perfect tool,
A cookery knife that he'd stolen from school.
He put the knife to his wrist and dragged the blade,
Blood was flowing from the cut that it made.
A note of pain caught his shallow breath,
`It'll soon be all over,' he whispered to himself.
`In a few more minutes all the lies that I've told,
Will no longer matter,
I'll never grow old.'
And sure enough, when his father returned,
All he found was his son,
Lifeless and cold.
We've marched alone for so many years,
Now our hearts are cold,
Our faces old.
And now nobody will shed a tear for our tragic souls,
Cos they're all gone.
And our father's footprints
Echo on in our lonely, silent minds.
And destruction is what beckons us,
And destruction's left behind.
And they tell us now we've had our fill
Living on the blade of a knife,
Now we've killed all the innocence that we can kill,
Now it's time for us to live our lives.
Well I can't go back tonight,
Now my future Is out of sight.
Well the children,
They won't sing again,
Now there's no one to hear them,
There's no one left.
For all the things that we've done, we'll take with us,
And they'll never leave us,
We'll never trust anyone,
Cos the ghosts of our past will stay,
We'll never shake them,
They'll never die.
They might have spared or lives
But this'll never end
Cos since that bomb went off,
I'll never live again.