Cold Gray Morning

Cold gray morning, without sunlight
Ghostly mist on the horizon
Empty visions of a world gone mad
Paint a picture so revealing

Through my window, dark tomorrow
I can hear the sirens wailing
For the future we are holding on
As the ship of fools is sailing

Such a long time, such a long time
We are waiting for a peace that's lasting
Reaching upward, sliding downward
Looks like just another cold gray morning......

Hardly breathing, hope is fading
It's end of the beginning
Children playing in the empty streets
As their innocence is fading