These Tears Are Not Mine

These tears are not mine
They’re borrowed from the ocean
My own tears were fine
But I cried them out in vain
I know that the world
Is constantly in motion
And to dust we will turn
But why through all this pain?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When our world will be freed
From psychopath leaders
That nobody needs
From their evil speeches
That carry the seeds
Of hatred and outrage
Of a history book’s black page
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
There’s always some hope
Be it borrowed from tomorrow
There’s no other way to cope
When your whole world is in pain
There might come a day
When the suffering and sorrow
Start fading away
When those leader’s minds go sane
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When our world will be freed
From psychopath leaders
That nobody needs
From their evil speeches
That carry the seeds
From hatred and outrage
Of a history book’s black page
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?
When will the time come?