Cycle of Shadows

Echoes of the past, shadows deep and long

History's repeating, singing a mournful song

From the revolution’s cry, to a nation born in fire

Learning lessons slow, fueling endless desire

Civil blood had stained the ground, yet still we turn away

Forgot the price we paid, in shades of yesterday

Struggling to see through the veil of our own denial

The cycle spins again, fueled by greed and trial

We march on through the storm, blind to what we’ve done

Killing off the past, but never moving on

Blood on the land, tears in the rain

When will we learn, when will we start to change?

World Wars and jungle fights, promises of peace

Cries from broken chains, yet the violence won’t cease

From Cuba’s fears to desert sands, the story’s all the same

A cycle of madness, fueled by shame

History’s echo screams, but we turn away again

Caught in the wheel of war, caught in the pain

We march on through the storm, blind to what we’ve done

Killing off the past, but never moving on

Blood on the land, tears in the rain

When will we learn, when will we start to change?

Native drums, silent cries, voices of the fallen

Reflections in the mirror, seeing what’s been stolen

The war drum’s pounding loud, a call to all our fears

Can we break the chain, end the cycle of years?

Sick of the killing, sick of it all

Can we find the strength to stand tall?

History’s lessons, buried deep

Wake from the nightmare, let innocence breathe