Lyrics Nida - Anne Clark
The
world
keeps
watch
where
its
jewels
are
sleeping
-
Under
desert
sands,
its
black
heart's
beating
The
pulsing
liquid
earth
- ours
for
the
taking
But
beyond
the
marked
borders,
beyond
strategic
lines
The
dust's
turning
red,
the
wind's
carrying
cries
And
all
around
the
world
the
world
closes
its
eyes
A
people
without
land
fights
for
existence
As
opposing
winds
disperse
all
calls
for
assistance
Will
their
annihilation
be
the
price
of
our
silence?
The
only
sounds
heard
are
oil-hungry
nations'
Blood-thirsty
threats
of
immediate
action
Should
the
hold
on
resources
ever
be
threatened
There
can
be
no
excuses,
no
justification
No
heads
turned
away
from
their
situation
The
price
of
our
silence
will
be
their
annihilation!
Beyond
the
marked
borders,
beyond
strategic
lines
The
dust's
turning
red,
the
wind's
carrying
cries
And
all
around
the
world
the
world
closes
its
eyes.
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