Burning Roads

We used to cross burning roads.
Never had time to cool the fire.
Listening to our deadly news.
Living lives just on hire.
Our children are playing games
That we wanted to be banished.
Destruction and fighting games,
So that their parents be punished.

What have we done?
What did we miss?
A new born love ?
A forgotten kiss?
Down the road,
secrets to be told.
Unloaded sins,
as pure as gold.

Cracks on the wall,
signs of time.
Cracks on the wall,
signs of time.

We used to cross burning roads.
Famous lives, short in time.
We didn't give up our deadly news.
The cruel games ride on the line,
We've been punished, self-sufficient.
Our children shoot at the time.
It's a dead end, we've crossed the line,
Let's hope for another chance.