L) Will we still be here

Will we still be here when the year is done
The final conflict when the battle's lost and won
I will crawl to the ground and hide
Though I cannot escape the shame I feel inside
What is this thing that makes us blind
That makes enemies kill and lovers unkind
What is this thing that makes us see
The death of a child an inferno catastrophe
Am I weak for the fear because I'm a man
I step out in the sun and try to do the best that I can
But who can fight fate or the turning wheel
Future events cannot be changed by the way that I feel
So fate looks on at the wheels turn
Still soldiers kill and children burn
In Africa a king is overthrown
And here I sit in England, alone.