(Words & Music: Peter Millward)
©2009 Drum Music Limited

I stand alone, carv'd in cold stone,
watching the games that children play.
Making new rules, reforming roles,
but there's no change in what they say.

Where is the beauty, when truth goes unspoken?
Love becomes repulsion, in eyes that will not see.
There are no victors, just vanquished and broken.
History repeating: The only certainty.

True love corrupts, devotion rots,
two wrongs can never make things right.
All hopes and fears fall on deaf ears,
a new dawn fades to darkest night.

Where is the beauty, when truth goes unspoken?
Love becomes repulsion, in eyes that will not see.
There are no victors, just vanquished and broken.
History repeating: The only certainty.

Doomed youth stand side by side,
the old lie goes unrecognised,
The sins of the fathers return on the young,
and all that's good comes undone.

Where is the beauty, when truth goes unspoken?
Love becomes repulsion, in eyes that will not see.
There are no victors, just vanquished and broken.
History repeating: The only certainty.

Come, let us sleep now, 'til these days are done,
until we're awakened by the new dawn's sun.