a little boy sits alone
waiting, for daddy to come home

you tell me
is the cost worth the fight

they tell me
this world is changing

the tide,
is turning

but all i can see
is hatred wearing a new mask

all we seek
is a reason to hate

something
to justify this fate

the boy still sits alone
waiting for daddy to come back home

his wait is lifelong
because daddy earned a medal in the war

a little bit of tin
and gold and brass

to help bury daddy in the old brown grass

they tell me
the tide is turning

but all i see are these walls

people turning strangers
hatred becomes just another commodity

everything is worth what it sells for
ideas are all just another merchandise
love is only meant for sacrifice

tell me why
why would i want to live this life

but yesterday i had a dream
of a world that wasn't so strange

its never too late
till the day you give up

they say
the tide is turning

lets pick up our brothers in arms
and walk down the shadows lands

light the path along the way
make sure, the tide is turning

break down these walls around us
make sure break the ones that surround us

the tide is turning
it surely is turning

the change is there to come
lets play our part
and make sure it comes

oh yeah, the tide
is turning