Índice

    Bad times for peace, the winds of war blow strong
    The drums of conflict beat a steady song
    Echoes of gunfire, screams in the night
    Shadows of hatred, blocking the light

    Tears fall like rain, as mothers mourn their sons
    Fathers lose their daughters, to the war that never ends
    Innocent victims, caught in the crossfire
    Their cries for peace, forever rising higher

    But still we march on, with hope in our hearts
    For one day the sun will shine on a world that's free
    From the chains of oppression, and the greed of the strong
    The people will rise, and a new day will dawn

    So let us sing out, for peace and for love
    For a future that's bright, and a world that's reborn
    For though these may be bad times, for peace and for all
    We'll keep fighting on, till the final curtain call.