By Bonnie Paine There’s a crack in the door See a sorrowful sweetness Asleep in the sand Something not unnoticed A clock on the wall Hear the hands turning louder Than I’ve ever heard Before it turns morning You’ll open your eyes See the night as it’s fading Today you will rise Leave, know I await thee To a battle he goes Though his courage is noble Wonder, does he know Wonder it is he fights for There are men on their thrones Declare safety and freedom They call themselves leaders I call them misleading For to them it is known That the blood of that man Was spilt by the thirst for The black blood of that land I awaited, I awaited, I awaited his return And do you know the meaning of suffering You suffer, yes indeed Who sends loyal of your command To die for your own greed An obsession for power Material things that Brings you to your knees You are a part of me A part of you is All you hurt You see?