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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] I think it might take a while But it's always free