A Day In The Life
The breaking of bones and shattering of glass
Are all signs of a dream that's long since past
As the children all cried and blood filled the air
Millions have wondered how this was fair
But, as the dust settled, the Eagle did rise
And hunted injustice with vigilant eyes
With righteous fury, bestowed by our fathers,
They tracked him down to Boston's cool waters
The past is no more and we're reminded again
Humanity starts where dreams do end
Perhaps one day, we can forget all this strife
But until that day, fighting's just a day in the life
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