Feddle

If blood will flow When flashes still form, Drying the color of the evening sun. Tomorrow's rain Will wash the stains away, But something in our mind will always stay. Perhaps this final life was meant to clinch a Lifetime's argument. Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could. For all this bombing in grand angry style, 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. 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, How fragile we are, how fragile we are.