nice
I see a war torn city
and at every strum visions of what it once was flash back
kids playing in the park, now destroyed
dinner still on the table
rubble litering the street, but flashes to cars driving by
then when it gets really cheerful
the sun shines through the dark clouds, and people come out of the bomb shelters
army caravans come through and everyones dirty faces are begining to smile
because they may have lost everything, but they still have each other