the end is nearing its run 47

You have your time
You have you day
In the power you got your say
Right now you send your guards

On the streets the fire glow
The smoke filling the air
The uniformed guards surrounding
With shields and batons

The dream of police state
Afraid to let democracy play
Doing a partial magic.....
Let the game run into a wall

Like the blind leading the blind
Knocking the wall only the sound of echo
Nobody comes to listen and help
For fear of the uniformed guards

You have your time
You have your day
Now the end is nearing its run
The wall is coming down