And again, it's Sunday
like in every week that's passed
a new chapter to history
the week is over it didn't last
And again, it's raining
like in every autumn that's gone by
a new born darkness arrived
one that make's me cry
And again, the wind is howlin'
like in winter I thought had ended
the screaming louder than ever
peaceful silence not defended
And again, thunder is marching
as in days we hoped were elapsed
brown boot heels clicking
the dream of humanity collapsed
And again, chosen ones need shelter
like in days that should be perished
the rising of the ignorant mass
compassion no longer cherished
And again, the cold concurs
like when the winter sun goes down
hiding for a freezing tomorrow
while the running scared drown
And again, history is repeating
like memories just have vanished
no learned lessons, no lessons learned
the human progress stupidly banished
And again, the fight needs courage
like those who were brave decades ago
a war to win against our own
against darkness of the shadow
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