I
can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it
go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long,
how long?
Tonight, we can be as one tonight
Broken bottles
under children's feet
And bodies strewn across the dead end
street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts
my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday,
bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
And
the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has
won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children,
brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday,
bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How
long, how long?
And it's true we are immune
When fact is
fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and
drink while tomorrow they die, yeah
I wipe the tears from your
eyes
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your
tears away
(Tonight, tonight)
I wipe your tears away
(Tonight,
tonight)
I wipe your bloodshot eyes
(Tonight, tonight)
Sunday,
bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
(The
real battle just begun)
Sunday, bloody Sunday
(To claim the
victory Jesus won on...)
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday,
bloody Sunday
Pillar
Violet eyes closed in contemplation, as he listens to his sibling cry, scream, all silently, as though a ghost, not heard nor seen by the mortal gaze.
And he thinks, back to before, if there was before, when he could smile and laugh and pour love into everything without restraint, without having to distant himself from the loss.
Before Rika, before the Niwa, just him and Krad, two halves of one whole.
And for once he weeps, for his brother, for his life, for the Hikari, for his host, for the world and everyone around him.
And as his tamer pleads and questions, his weeping subsided, into the façade he kept up so well.
If there was no one else to be strong, to lean on, then he'd have to be the one, to hold everything up, but still….
Sometimes he couldn't help but wish for death.