Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will eash the stains away
But Something in our mind will stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
And notjing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are


Sting