The Morning After

The sky is black, the ground is red
The streets of hate are charred and dead
The walls stand out against the sky
And crowds appear to wonder why

The morning after, we ask the right questions
The morning after, we make the suggestions
We've gotta make changes, we're not gonna wait
But the morning after is too late

The shell that's left is still a cage
The flames have not consumed the rage
And those whose souls are trapped in slums
Can't wait until the next time comes

The morning after, we ask the right questions
The morning after, we make the suggestions
We've gotta make changes, this time we can't wait
One more morning after is too late



Credits
Writer(s): David N. Lawrence
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