The cross will burn again

The tide will turn again, my friend

It will just go on and on

Until the sun shines it's last ray and all the water evaporates away

The wind, one day will stop blowing

Only then we will look at each other, knowing!
But only few will say - "oh no, what have we done?"

The damage has already begun
Stupid fools, what's done is done

"Is the damage reversable?" someone will gurgle
"probably not - why are you shocked?"

Tick tock, tick tock

"mummy please turn this channel off"

Will it be our generation or theirs? I too am scared.

When greed and money have had there fun, our childrens, children better run co's hell on earth is chasing them, eternal burning - hope it's been fun!