A, rich man is going into a Parisian hospital to die,
thought he could have it all, now he clings to a red
blanket, given by a woman he loved and betrayed,
he loved her too, till wealth stole his heart.
Two lovers, young men, mere boys really, are being
hanged in Iran today, they have not committed any
crime, robbery or murder, they loved each other for
that they'll twist, blindfolded, in the wind
In a Texas jail, a man wait his execution; everyone
knows he's innocent, found guilty ten years ago
the verdict still stands; he's been turned down by
the governor who's tough on crime
That's how it is; we are spectators in a drama we
have not written nor understand, yet we continue
to search for a meaning; there is little we can do
but light a torch of hope on mankind's dark trail.