Another Fourth Of July... Ruined

I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning

Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry

Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning

And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why



One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop

Scratching their heads

Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe

"How did this happen? Where did we stumble?"

Slowly they started to see

Cold and forever their faith goes divide

And stand them away from the place

And wanted to be



One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop

Scratching their heads

Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe

"How did this happen? Where did we stumble?"

Slowly they started to see

Cold and forever their faith goes divide

And stand them away from the place

And wanted to be



I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning

Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry

Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning

And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why