They've tiptoed along the morning dew As clouds above where nothing new; Where is the end the rainbow reached? They've crawled from oceans to drowning rivers As worlds collided in mountains of shivers; Where is the good the bad betrayed? The canons fire As nighttime falls; Where is the chance? The courage rises As innocence cries; Where is the advance? It's sleeping in shadows left behind By monsters roaming and shearing the minds; Where is the path they came from before? It's covered in dust in fading remains And loosing its grip to the monstrous gains; Where is the symphony of the call? The world celebrates in victories won By generations lost to polices undone; Where are the lessons? Where are the reasons? Money talks loader As the poppies grow older. But given the chance, they would fight again And see through the task to the worlds end; But what for tomorrow?