inside A thousand points of light Are the muzzle flashes in the night And the freedoms you profess to hold Won't bring the dead back from the cold A thousand points of light
back her son Hey what kind of freedom Is bought with a gun... People like to build Their own prison walls When they're afraid To look inside a... A 1000 points of light
Fordítás: Dickinson, Bruce. 1000 fénypont.
