Flying Pickets - Masters of war
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes it's toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Great song, great truth.

Bird with broken wing.

Bird with broken wing
Locked up inside
A tiny cage
Till the day I heard your cry
And set you free

But as I reached in
To heal the hurt
You fled in wild dismay
Now your pain
Has made you blind as you can be

Echoes in the distance
Are almost all you hear from me
Each time I speak your name
You flee away

While the agonies of mindless flight
Grow more than you can bare
Still you think it's because of me
That you feel this way

Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair

You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there

Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully

Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me

Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair

You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there

Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully

Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me

I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me

Lyrics: Don Francisco

Bird with broken wing - Don Francisco

Trust in God is all it takes. He can heal the wounds and lift me there. There where i'm meant to be.

The Zimmers - my generation

For my wife Lisa

Kingdom Come - What Love Can Be

Come to me now
I wanna be your best friend for all of time
I wanna be the tissue for your tears
I never wanna be alone

I never, never, never, really thought that I could feel
A feeling that awakened me so
I was astray of knowing where I belong
Living out of time, living out of time

Oh, now that you've come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
That's all I want

You allow, allow, allow, allow, allow
Allow me to be what I wanna be
Thanks for helping me


I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonnabe
And feel like a bright shining star
For only you to see, for only you to see

Now that you've come and set me free
Now that I know what love can be
All that I want is you with me
That's all I want

Hold me tight, hold me tight
I won't let you go
Close to you, close to you
Touch me, don't let go, give me all your love

Close to you, oh, oh, close to you, close to you
Give me all your love
All that I want
Is you to be with me

    Writer(s): Bruce Betts Gowdy, Martin Wolff, Lenny Wolf