Today We Fly Through The Eyes Of The Desperate
The element of surprise is gone
as blood red skies rain on
cover our eyes
in a blanket of lies.
Hope, it is faltering.
Where lies our inspiration?
The fate of the free world
hangs in the balance.
Now with the city in flames
who will answer the call?
The one who will fight for us
die for us all.
Been to the edge and back
seen destruction and despair.
And through it all
we look to the sky,
we hope and we pray For
a saving grace,
a fearless face,
someone to help us
win this race of time.
Pan down to the streets below,
the desperate cries the echo through
the alleyways.
No one seems to hear their pleas of fear;
the shadows blanket the cruel reality
of the city.
Hope, it is faltering.
Where lies our inspiration?
The fate of the free world
hangs in the balance.
Now with the city in flames
who will answer the call?
The one who will fight for us
die for us all.
Craft your plan
to inject this cancer.
Replace the air
with something more deadly to the lungs.
Discreetly suffocate the life
from above.
Some of us will fall
(back down, no way through it all)
yet some of us will wait
for a hero to embrace.
Now with the city in flames
who will answer the call?
The one who will fight for us
die for us all.
Stuck in a tangled web
all our fear unfolding,
engulfed by a single flame,
one of us still burning.
Climb through the wreckage,
rise to your feet.
Your are the savior
of a city in desperate need.
