Some Sort of Balance - 7 Seconds

When will we find a balance

Such unfair things we see

Small troubled nations crumble

And freedom falls from dust to dust

Remember people are just flesh and bone

And blood and tears and soul

Where the past’s led us to the present

Where the future will unfold

And I have some ideas, though I realize

I might be blind

I ask so many questions

I keep leaving thoughts behind

Still searchin' ain’t like wasting time

At least there is this bottom line

We need to find some sort of balance

Along the way

Until they see the way

It’s meant to be on this lonesome soil

I think it might take a while

The answers wait unanswered while we’re

Too scared to lift our heads

War justifies some feelings

Helps us find a taste for blood

I think the «enemy» is anyone

Who has the guts to say

That nothing’s wrong

That things are fine

That there’s no reason to complain

I think it might take a while

But it’s always free