On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived On the day the wall cane down The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my side No warmth
not even pride remained And even though you needed me It was clear that I could not do a thing for you Now life devalues day by day As friends and neighbours turn away And there s a change that
even with regret
cannot be undone Now frontiers shift like desert sands While nations wash their bloodied hands Of loyalty
of history
in shades of gray I woke to the sound of drums The music played
the morning sun streamed in I turned and I looked at you And all but the bitted residue slipped away .
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slipped away |
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