| Song | The Road Is Lost |
| Artist | Tim Freedman |
| Artist | A Broken Silence |
| Album | All for What |
| [00:00.84] | A Broken Silence - The Road is Lost |
| [00:24.09] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
| [00:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
| [00:36.79] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
| [00:42.67] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
| [00:48.17] | Wishing it all to end,enraged by the slaughtering |
| [00:50.55] | Thoughts explode like my head's a grenade and I draw the pin |
| [00:53.47] | Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend |
| [00:56.83] | Must punish to win,gotta let that gun off for ya kin |
| [00:59.92] | Now only laws is,no laws at all once it begins |
| [01:02.36] | From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin |
| [01:05.43] | And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death |
| [01:08.44] | Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense |
| [01:11.80] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
| [01:17.87] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
| [01:24.87] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
| [01:30.87] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
| [01:36.10] | Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news |
| [01:39.09] | So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do |
| [01:41.50] | Jaded because we didn't hear them calls coming through |
| [01:44.85] | How we'd savor our days,if we had to walk in them shoes |
| [01:47.68] | Countries can't build without support for the youth |
| [01:50.52] | They lost when their most important resources abused |
| [01:53.36] | Forming our views,and not picking up on the cues |
| [01:56.46] | Inner-city blues stop men from listening to the clues |
| [02:00.03] | Voices on mute,and so we whisper this to you |
| [02:02.97] | No time for school,many children be enlisted to be troops |
| [02:05.58] | And we walk,thinking that the system got us screwed |
| [02:08.72] | Like we taught,just to keep a short distance from the truth |
| [02:11.72] | When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose |
| [02:14.75] | When we can we'll be saying,Lord forgive,we never knew |
| [02:17.60] | Gotta question why men,got their scriptures misconstrued |
| [02:20.42] | And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule |
| [02:23.44] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
| [02:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
| [02:36.90] | Each day we hear the score,Before not after shots of war |
| [02:42.80] | And the road to him is love,but the love is never more |
| [02:48.17] | |
| [03:00.14] | We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us |
| [03:03.14] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
| [03:06.06] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
| [03:09.15] | For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us |
| [03:12.22] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
| [03:18.83] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
| [03:24.69] | We’re caught up in the visions that you’ve shown us |
| [03:27.15] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
| [03:30.20] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
| [03:33.16] | For their objectives it’s best that they blindfold us |
| [03:36.22] | Can you picture a little boy,dragging wood down the lane? |
| [03:42.68] | Grandma waiting for him brother,playing outside in the rain |
| [03:49.65] |
| [00:00.84] | A Broken Silence The Road is Lost |
| [00:24.09] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
| [00:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
| [00:36.79] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
| [00:42.67] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
| [00:48.17] | Wishing it all to end, enraged by the slaughtering |
| [00:50.55] | Thoughts explode like my head' s a grenade and I draw the pin |
| [00:53.47] | Talking to men with one choice to run off or defend |
| [00:56.83] | Must punish to win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin |
| [00:59.92] | Now only laws is, no laws at all once it begins |
| [01:02.36] | From the smell of blood, violence is absorbed into the skin |
| [01:05.43] | And the thoughts of kids caught should torture people to death |
| [01:08.44] | Now freedom is with them, see if they morph and see any sense |
| [01:11.80] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
| [01:17.87] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
| [01:24.87] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
| [01:30.87] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
| [01:36.10] | Not all true pictures of war are drawn in the news |
| [01:39.09] | So we painted a little more like George Gittoes do |
| [01:41.50] | Jaded because we didn' t hear them calls coming through |
| [01:44.85] | How we' d savor our days, if we had to walk in them shoes |
| [01:47.68] | Countries can' t build without support for the youth |
| [01:50.52] | They lost when their most important resources abused |
| [01:53.36] | Forming our views, and not picking up on the cues |
| [01:56.46] | Innercity blues stop men from listening to the clues |
| [02:00.03] | Voices on mute, and so we whisper this to you |
| [02:02.97] | No time for school, many children be enlisted to be troops |
| [02:05.58] | And we walk, thinking that the system got us screwed |
| [02:08.72] | Like we taught, just to keep a short distance from the truth |
| [02:11.72] | When scores are born only to be drifting to a noose |
| [02:14.75] | When we can we' ll be saying, Lord forgive, we never knew |
| [02:17.60] | Gotta question why men, got their scriptures misconstrued |
| [02:20.42] | And why spending on weapons and not assistance is the rule |
| [02:23.44] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
| [02:30.79] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
| [02:36.90] | Each day we hear the score, Before not after shots of war |
| [02:42.80] | And the road to him is love, but the love is never more |
| [02:48.17] | |
| [03:00.14] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
| [03:03.14] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
| [03:06.06] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
| [03:09.15] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
| [03:12.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
| [03:18.83] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
| [03:24.69] | We' re caught up in the visions that you' ve shown us |
| [03:27.15] | And not the millions of innocents that been blown up |
| [03:30.20] | Cold hearts disconnecting us from our own blood |
| [03:33.16] | For their objectives it' s best that they blindfold us |
| [03:36.22] | Can you picture a little boy, dragging wood down the lane? |
| [03:42.68] | Grandma waiting for him brother, playing outside in the rain |
| [03:49.65] |