Depois da Guerra
Oficina G3
After the War
I see ruins of a war
Another war by our hands
The weapons were the words
Vanity, the motivation
Wounds that bled the soul
The faith of many was lost
Once brothers, now enemies
The love that once made us one was killed
Who will win?
A war between brothers
A lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
Alliances were broken
Words that brought division
Preached, sung, spoken
By many who claimed to be brothers
Wounds that bled the soul
The faith of many was lost
On the cross, the example was given
Where did the love that made us one go?
Who will win?
A war between brothers
A lost war
Who will lose?
A chosen people, a wounded people
