A king without a sword - a land without a king -
One song to sing.
And you？ll soon see everything.
A truth without a voice - one song left to sing...
A wise man told me there？s something you should know:
The way you judge a man is you look into his soul?br />A voice from the past cried, ？Give peace a chance!?br />He paid our price now he？s free at last; And imagine -
How many tears will the children cry...
We called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
？Till we suffer no more sadness?
Oh, stop the madness.
Stop the madness.
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust,
To the sands of the shore.
But, tell me why the peacemakers fall.
At our journeys end, then we turn to rust -
White doves in flight - peace to war -
Must we bury any more?
The hush of the crowd as the horse rode by -
The black lace veil hid her tears from my eyes...
How many times must good men die?
And we all wept in silence.
？Till they suffer no more sadness?
How many times will the children cry...
Oh, stop the madness.
Oh, stop all the madness.