Fragile

If blood will flow

When flesh and steel are one

Drying in the color

Of the evening sun

Tomorrow's rain

Will wash the stains away

But something in our minds

Will always stay

On and on the rain will fall

On and on the rain will fall

Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetime's argument

That nothing comes from violence

Nothing ever could

For all those born beneath an angry star

Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from a star

On and on the rain will see

How fragile we are

If blood will flow

When flesh and steel are one

Drying in the color of the evening sun

Tomorrow's rain

Will wash the stains away

But something in our minds will always stay

On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from a star

On and on the rain will see

How fragile we are

How fragile we are

How fragile we are

How fragile we are

How fragile we are