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