Fifteen - Liberation

^GHeard my brother ^Btell a story^C about a ^Dworld gone mad ^GPeople building ^Btheir own cages ^Crage at thoughts of ^Dliberation ^GAbout one girl and ^Babout one boy ^Cso lost in each ^Dother's joy ^Gthat he can only say ^Bright on and ^Cshe can only ^Dshine on

Shine ^Gon ^{D C} [Verse 2] ^GMeanwhile ^Ball around the ^Cpeople tear each ^Dother down ^GBut the two unable to ^Bnot appreci^Cate the coming ^Dof another day ^GCuz with each ^Brebirth a ^Crenewed gift of ^Dsun and earth ^GSo right on my ^Bmother earth and ^Cshine on my ^Dsun

My s^Gun ^{D C} [Verse 3] ^GAnd while the ^Bworld tears itself ^Capart with its ^Dcertainty ^GThe two just ^Bsit back in the ^Cwonder and the ^Djoy ^GOf the last a^Brtifact of ^Cbeauty ^{D G}We have ^Byet to de^Cstroy ^D

And we ^Ggive than^Dks ^C