'To the outsider it seems that we in Britain live daily under the cloud of terrorism. That familiarity sometimes makes you think of it as almost normal, then suddenly something will happen...'
We stand, hang our heads disbelieving then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong we wonder just what they must be thinking to take a life of one so young
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? how far must we go, to prove to you?
We wait and we wonder how this happened killing the old, the innocent, the young while sons follow in fathers footsteps not understanding that what they do could somehow be so wrong
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? how far must we go, to prove to you?
So we will wait and we'll wonder
No regrets, no forgiveness, no compasssion these brave heroes only know to hit and run slowly my sadness turns to rage and we wonder how can these scars ever heal, when all is said and done
So tell me when will it be over now, how soon? how many tears must fall to prove to you? please tell me, when will it be over now, how soon? and how far must they go, to prove to you?
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