With A Willl

With a will
with a way
here comes another day
on bended knees
no grass, no trees
its no fun anymore, they bang on the door, bang on the door
we won't let you out till we finish our war

The war went on for 20 years
it broke our backs, it fed our fears
till all the fences have been moved a little or a lot
ask why not what,
what for what for what for what for
I don't need this anymore

And here they come
standing on stilts
they make the flowers in my hair wilt
theres to this than meet the eye
its you its us its them its them its them its them
that make things bad
that make us mad

Its not a question of who got here first
its how many we can hold before
the bubble bursts
oh what to do what to do with a world like you

cry at the sky
cry at the sky
and try, try, try not to die