A king without a sword
A land without a king
The truth without a voice
One song left to sing
One song to sing
A wise man told me theres something you should know
The way you judge a man is to look into his soul
And youll soon see everything.
A voice from the past cried give peace a chance.
He paid our price now hes free at last
And imagine we called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Stop the madness,
Oh stop the madness.
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust
And our journeys end and then we turn to rust
To the sands of the shore
White doves then fly
Peace to all
Tell me why the peacemakers fall
Must we bury anymore
A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by
Black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
And we all wept in silence
How many times must good men die?
How many times will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Oh stop the madness
Oh stop all the madness.
A land without a king
The truth without a voice
One song left to sing
One song to sing
A wise man told me theres something you should know
The way you judge a man is to look into his soul
And youll soon see everything.
A voice from the past cried give peace a chance.
He paid our price now hes free at last
And imagine we called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Stop the madness,
Oh stop the madness.
If ashes are ashes and dust is dust
And our journeys end and then we turn to rust
To the sands of the shore
White doves then fly
Peace to all
Tell me why the peacemakers fall
Must we bury anymore
A hush in the crowd as the horse rode by
Black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes
And we all wept in silence
How many times must good men die?
How many times will the children cry?
Till we suffer no more sadness
Oh stop the madness
Oh stop all the madness.