You trapped me within walls,
But I screamed.
Temple bells chimed, Church bells tolled, the Muezzin called
But I screamed.
What father has made of son.
Incompassion does not have a soul,
You did your bit,
Hatred does not have a soul,
You did your bit.
Ruthless you became,
Else he would have stepped on you
Guiltless now you have to be
Your conscience will step on you
Oh!what has become of my world,
A cold world with a colder heart,
You could have done with a little love.
Oh!till your dagger struck,
A loving world with fathers as foes,
You could all do without love.
But I screamed.
Temple bells chimed, Church bells tolled, the Muezzin called
But I screamed.
What father has made of son.
Incompassion does not have a soul,
You did your bit,
Hatred does not have a soul,
You did your bit.
Ruthless you became,
Else he would have stepped on you
Guiltless now you have to be
Your conscience will step on you
Oh!what has become of my world,
A cold world with a colder heart,
You could have done with a little love.
Oh!till your dagger struck,
A loving world with fathers as foes,
You could all do without love.
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