Fragile If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are frædȢaǺl | Ǻf blȜd wǺl flǩȚ wen fleȓ ǩn(d) stiəl ǩ wȜn | draǺǺŋ Ǻn ðǩ kȜlǩr ǩv ði iəvnʜǺŋ sȜn | tǩmǢrǩȚz reǺn wǺl wǢȓ ðǩ steǺnz ǩweǺ | bǩt sȜmθǺŋ Ǻn ǡ(Ț)ǩ maǺn(d)z wǺl Ǥəlw(e)Ǻz steǺ | pǩhæps ðǺs faǺnlʜ ækt wǩz ment | tǩ klǺntȓ ǩ laǺftaǺmz ǡəDZjumǩnt | ðǩt nȜθǺŋ kȜmz frǩm va(Ǻ)ǩlǩns ǩn(d) nȜθǺŋ evǩ kȚd | fǩr Ǥəl ðǩȚz bǤən bǺniəθ ǩn æŋDZri stǡə | lest wi fǩDZet hǡȚ frædȢaǺl wi ǡə | Ǣn ǩnd Ǣn ðǩ reǺn wǺl fǤəl | laǺk tǺǩz frǩm ǩ stǡə laǺk tǺǩz frǩm ǩ stǡə | Ǣn ǩnd Ǣn ðǩ reǺn wǺl seǺ | hǡȚ frædȢaǺl wi ǡ: | hǡȚ frædȢaǺl wi ǡə| COMPILED JUAN CARLOS DAVID