Hands Of Time

I'm not going to save the planet
I'm just trying to find a way of saying something
Usefull for a change
How a man with so much promise
Can turn so rabid
And his madness only fuels his cause

Tell me
When will the darkness be light?
How can the proof be denied?
Birds they will not cease to fly
Children will stay always cry

And the hands of time align
And the ocean changes tides

I dont mean to take a granted what's been given
When the blood's been flowing for so long
I don't bite the hand that's feeding out of hunger
I only want the blood for once to stop

Tell me
When will the darkness be light?
How can the proof be denied?

And the hands of time align
And the ocean changes tides
And the birds won't cease to fly
And the children still we cry