A truth without a voice - one song left to sing...
One song to sing.
A wise man told me there?s something you should know:
The way you judge a man is you look into his soul?
And you?ll soon see everything.
A voice from the past cried, ?Give peace a chance!?
He paid our price now he?s free at last; And imagine -
We called him a dreamer.
How many times must good men die?
How many tears will the children cry...
?Till we suffer no more sadness?
Stop the madness.
Oh, stop the madness.

If ashes are ashes and dust is dust,
At our journeys end, then we turn to rust -
To the sands of the shore.
White doves in flight - peace to war -
But, tell me why the peacemakers fall.
Must we bury any more?
The hush of the crowd as the horse rode by -
The black lace veil hid her tears from my eyes...
And we all wept in silence.
How many times must good men die?
How many times will the children cry...
?Till they suffer no more sadness?
Oh, stop the madness.
Oh, stop all the madness.