fragile

If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one;
drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away,
but something in our minds will always stay.

Perhaps this final act was meant
to clinch a lifetimes argument
that nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
like tears from a star,
like tears from a star.
On and on the rain will say
how fragile we are
how fragile we are