One Day

Can you hear the screams of the dying ones Over the exploding bombs and all of their guns Our cities bow to the coming of the quake And it's in her dying breath we see our mistake And one day they will find our remains Across the wasteland and among the plains And as our ghosts begin to stir They will learn of what we once were There's no point in the worry I see in your eyes Our time has come and everything eventually dies There's a beauty left in these last embers So breath while you can and try to remember That one day they will find our remains Across the wasteland and among the plains And as our ghosts begin to stir They will learn of what we once were No rich or poor No hate or war All is equal here All is equal now No rich or poor No hate or war All is equal here All is equal now And one day they will find our remains Across the wasteland and among the plains And as our ghosts begin to stir They will learn of what we once were And one day they will find our remains Across the wasteland and among the plains And as our ghosts begin to stir They will learn of exactly what we were