Why do we kill our people

Is there a hope

When the night won′t leave

Why do we kill our people

Why do we grieve

Drums in the dark

With a wounded cry

We march for the fallen

We ask the sky

Is there a hope

When the children weep

Why do we bury the truth so deep?

Hands on my heart, I call through smoke

Tell me if mercy can rise from the broken

The earth remembers every name we lose

Every tear on the dust, every scar we choose

Trumpets speak low like a warning prayer

While the old gods listen in the heavy air

I see the mothers with their eyes burnt red

Holding tomorrow beside the dead

We built these walls from fear and pride

Now the shadows are marching at our side

Here's the hope when the night won't leave

Why do we kill our people? Why do we grieve?

Drums in the dark to the wounded cry

We march for the fallen, we ask the sky

Is there hope when the children weep?

Why do we bury the truth so deep?

Hands on my heart, I come through smoke

Tell me if mercy can rise from the broken

Look at the valley, look at the bones

Look at the silence in our broken homes

Brothers turn strangers under the storm

Love gets lost where the fear was born

But I still hear a small bright flame

Calling us back to a kinder name

If we can kneel, if we can see

Maybe the blood can let us be free

Oh, let the morning turn to sight

Oh, let the hatred lose its fight

If there is hope, let it break the chain

Let the people live again

Is there a hope when the night won't leave?

Why do we kill our people? Why do we grieve?

Drums in the dark, the wounded cry

We march for the fallen, we ask the sky

Is there a home where the children weep?

Why do we bury the truth so deep?

Hands of my heart, I call through smoke

Tell me if mercy can rise from the broken