When you walk across a woodland trail,
You don't know if it leads to hell.
That's a chance we take,
For every mistake,
We can't be forgived,
But continue to heal,
Whenever we kill,
a hope, a candle, a burning flame,
and we're the ones left to blame.
If the world could see,
How great it'd be,
Woman and Man,
hand in hand.
Would we be at war?
Would we exist anymore?
Would we live in peace?
In warmth of Fleace?
War or Not though,
it'd be okay,
Cause we'd smile and say,
Praise the Lord, for everyday.