One to Three - David Broza

Don’t want to preach to no one tonight

Just want to tell my tale

When the sun will rise tomorrow

It will shed a light on some facts from hell

Clouds are floating in the sky

Shift the mood so fast

Just like on the streets of Jerusalem

Where quiet’s not meant to last

I going to find you tonight

I’m going to count from one to three

I will feel the peace within me

With you right here next to me

I was born into this reality

I was brought up with a war

That doesn’t mean I must accept it

Don’t wanna fight no more

Young people from all over

Stray off and cross the lines

It’s a dialogue that we’re seeking

And we’re running out of time