Cold grey morning without sunlight
Ghostly mist on the horizon
Empty visions of a world gone mad
Paints a picture so revealing
Through my window dark tomorrow
I can hear the sirens wailing
For the future we are holding on
as the ship of fools is sailing
Such a long time
Such a long time
We are waiting for a peace that's lasting
Reaching upward, sliding downward
Looks like just another
Cold grey morning
Hardly breathing, hope is fading
It's the end of the beginning
Children playing in the empty streets
It's a cold grey morning
~~Kerry Livgren.
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