The Last Stealth Bomber by Protective Fences

Produced by Protective Fences

THE LAST STEALTH BOMBER

I curse the things we choose
Got to be worth something to you
No one loves you like I do
Much more than mine
Got to be wiser what you choose
Got to be smarter than you prove
Nothing hurts more than truth
Other than time

When I was a child I saw a man walking on the moon
Was it for hours a minute or only seconds
Now I see whats left for me as I awaken all too soon
Was it for months a week or only days

I see a shape up in the sky it's flying high and on my skin...
I feel the sun…
Will we just wave and look away and then it's done
When the last stealth bomber comes...

It hurts the things we do
Got to be the first day back at school
Wish I could see this perfect view
For all of man kind
Got to be right to close the deal
With all of this anger that I feel
The injustice that is real
Plays on my mind

I want to scream I want to cry, can't believe you wonder why...
We can't find the perfect day