a great day for freedom

• on the day the wall came down
  they threw the locks onto the ground
  and with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
  
  on the day the wall came down
  the ship of fools had finally run aground
  promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight
  
  i dreamed you had left my side
  no warmth, not even pride remained
  and even though you needed me
  it was clear that i could not do a thing for you
  
  now life devalues day by day
  as friends and neighbors turn away
  and there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
  
  now frontiers shift like desert sands
  while nations wash their bloodied hands
  of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey
  
  i woke to the sound of drums
  the music played, the morning sun streamed in
  i turned and i looked at you
  and all but bitter residu slipped away . . . slipped away
  
  (bkz: pink floyd) (bkz: the division bell)