One day shots rang across the peaceful valley. God was crying tears that fell like rain. Before the railroad came from Kansas City. And the bullets hit the bison from the train. Shots rang across the peaceful valley. White man laid his foot upon the plain.. The wagon train rolled through the dusty canyon. The settlers full of wonder as they crossed. A gentle creek where two old oaks were standing. Before the west was won there was a cost. A rain of fire came down upon the wagons. A mother screamed and every soul was lost.. Change hit the country like a thunderstorm. Ancient rivers soon began to boil. People rushed like water to California. At first they came for gold and then for oil. Fortunes were made and lost in lifetimes. Mother earth took poison in her soil.. An electro cruiser coasted towards the exit. And turned on Peaceful Valley Boulevard. "People make the difference" read a billboard. Above a long line of idling cars.. Who'll be the one to lead this world. Who'll be the beacon in the night. Who'll be the one to lead this world. Who'll be the beacon in the night. Who'll be the one to lead the nations. And protect God's creations. A polar bear was drifting on an ice floe. Sun beating down from the sky. Politicians gathered for a summit. And came away with nothing to decide. Storms thundered on his tears of falling rain. A child was born and wondered why.