Daughters Holding Flowers (Live)

There's an old man swinging on a back nine Playing away, the time he doesn't have There's a young girl always been a good girl Praying to God, 'cus she did something bad And it burns her up inside, just to know that she's alive While the old man takes his hand To his heart And he dies All your daughters holding flowers Singing sweetly by and by Is all that singing really for you Or just another waste of time There's a couple that says that they're in love But they don't know, the meaning of the word There's a war that needs to be to be fought But necessities, become so blurred When love's a war itself, it's safe to die for some one else While the lover that is left, she hangs her head And cries, she crieeees Father, father won't you listen As we sing another song We'll sing it better than the angels While our brothers sing it wrong 'Cus love is just a wasteland, and life is just word If there's nothing left to live for, and be on this Earth and Death is just a pain and, leads us all home and Fighting is the difference, between lonely and alone Father, father won't you listen As we sing another tune Were all singing it together now But we're not singing it to you