When
Sweet sleep to dream
That never come
I sit awake for
The promise son
Awaiting the day
When the world will change
History has repeated
The tragic days
And nothing will ever change
Because broken things
can not be healed
Where is the promise son
That the world has said
When will this day come
Oh When
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