I will tell you the story about the little boy I found in the grass Tired, solace, he told me he could hear the children wanting to pass Sounds all floating dive in the air Still today we hear them Finally we are over it, oh Finally we are over it, oh-oh
(Let them run) Let them run from the violence The world is way too cold and bright for their eyes Little boy runs beside them As they take his hands and jump to the sky Still today you hear him Finally I am over, over it, oh Finally I am over, over it, oh-oh
When will my healing come? When will my healing come along? Sinking like a stone, When will my healing come along?
Finally I am over it, oh-oh Finally I am over it, oh-oh