MAKE IT NEVER...
This morning I wrote a song,
About a wind and the moments gone,
You know it’s dark, you know it’s blind,
When man shoots to watch another man die...
Oh Lord, how many more, how many more
Before i can say its over...
How many more before too many of us have gone...
Sipping on a coffee with curtains drawn,
When they shot at you from the tennis lawn,
You can cry, you can scream,
Before you know the end of a dream...
Lost in the wild, the wild of men,
A world full of blood, deaths, insane...
We get a couple of moments, or maybe one
To just realise what we have done...
‘cause we are what we turn out to be,
Lost in the wild, the wild of sea...
A moment of love, a moment grand,
Can take us down to the special land,
Take me down there, just down
Where everything’s fine...
Oh lord, how many of us, how many of us,
Before I can say its really over...
How many of us before too many of us have gone...
This is about the Mumbai Attacks...sad..horrible. Even though I never lit a candle for you, or attended a service, I love you guys and admire you to the core...
May you live forever...
- Sid.
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