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Only we could create disaster

Only to cry after the consequence is well evident

And now our children have to fill-in the fallout of our choices

With actions and emotions they’ve learned from us

But rarely are the echoes of the actions born of love

And rarely does history explain the differences in hate and its foe

And I think it’s time we open our eyes and finally realize

There are results that speak poorly of initial intent

And that sometimes the peace we create

Is merely the rage waiting to vent



Like disease, sin is infectious

Like a mask, it corrupts decision with doubt

And now our children have to fill-in the fallout of our choices

But by time they’re our age, they’re innocent voices are gone

And like us, hope will be the only thing keeping them hanging on

But hope is the essence of the hopeless