Echos of the Past

Missiles

Missiles to the east, missiles to the west, we made our nations strong and existed far too long,

For someone to push a button, And turn our world into nothing,

O'Lord in Heaven won't you, save us from this mess?

Missiles to the east, missiles to the west, No jobs, disease and hunger, often make me wonder,

If we made a blunder, cause missiles, They cost billions, instead of feeding trillions?

O'Lord in Heaven won't you, save us from this mess?

Missiles to the east, missiles to the west, We made our nations strong,

now we got to get along. The cause of all aggression, is poverty and oppression,

Were no different from the rest, why put our children to a test?

O'Lord in Heaven won't you, save us from this mess?

Missiles to the east, missiles to the west, We all have got to try, before our children die,

Someday we'll see the light, and know we are right, Stop this war machine, enjoy the peace it'll bring,

O'Lord in Heaven won't you, help us with this mess?

Copyright ©2006 George Martinez