THE FRAGILE SONG

We are the world unimagined –
Broken dreams blowin’ in the wind.
On hollow men our hopes are pinned.
Forgive us, Father, for we have sinned.

The new American flag stars
The red states, blue states, and white lies.
The upper class sports swag and cars
While the under class slowly dies.

Peace can’t be purchased
With silver and gold.
Both of these can rust,
If the truth be told.

Wisdom is wary
Of men bearing gifts.
It’ll get scary
When the curtain lifts.

Fragile, fragile is our faint faith.
The King’s coming back, but we can’t wait.
We crowd and we clamor at the gate.
Fragile, fragile is our faint faith.

Give us patience – we want it now.
Forget that ancient wedding vow.
We don’t care what the laws allow.
We want it all – we don’t care how.

Peace can’t be purchased
With silver and gold.
Both of these can rust,
If the truth be told.

Wisdom is wary
Of men bearing gifts.
It’ll get scary
When the curtain lifts.

Even in laughter
The heart may ache,
And joy may end in grief.
In the hereafter,
When the day breaks,
We’ll know unending relief.

Peace can’t be purchased
With silver and gold.
Both of these can rust,
If the truth be told.

Wisdom is wary
Of men bearing gifts.
It’ll get scary
When the curtain lifts.

Peace can’t be purchased
With silver and gold.
Both of these can rust,
If the truth be told.

Wisdom is wary
Of men bearing gifts.
It will get scary
When the curtain lifts.