Love and peace

Have you ever seen
the way people cry,
the way people scream,
smoke filling the sky.
Have you ever seen?
Their faces on TV,
the horrors they know,
nightmares, not dreams.

Bridge:
It's always the same
when you turn on the news,
a real war game,
never-ending disputes.

Chorus:
There's a little thing called love
some have never even heard of.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.
There's a little thing called peace,
only known by diseased.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.


Have you ever cried
when you heard about,
how many died
in Afghanistan.
How many lost
more than their pride,
how much it cost
for not making up minds.

Bridge:

It's always the same
when you turn on the news,
a real war game,
never-ending disputes.

Chorus:

There's a little thing called love
some have never even heard of.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.
There's a little thing called peace,
only known by diseased.
It doesn't stop the pain,
from happening again.