Smoke covers the morning sun,
Children run but there's nowhere to run.
Steel birds tear apart the day,
Echoes of prayers get lost in the gray.

Every heartbeat sounds like a drum,
Every silence weighs a ton.
We bury love beneath the ground,
But still the cries are the only sound.

War--turns brothers into shadows,
Carves rivers made of sorrow.
Hope bleeds, but it won't die,
Even under ashes of the sky.

Walls are trembling, streets are dust,
Dreams collapse in broken trust.
Mothers hold the night in their hands,
As fathers fade into foreign lands.

Every scar is a story untold,
Every tear is a hand let go.
The world keeps turning blind,
While we're losing what makes us kind.

War--turns brothers into shadows,
Carves rivers made of sorrow.
Hope bleeds, but it won't die,
Even under ashes of the sky.

If peace is a song, who will sing it?
If love is a flame, who will bring it?
We're waiting for the dawn to rise,
From the ruins of our cries.

War--teaches nothing but silence,
Leaves a legacy of violence.
But still, hope learns to fly,
Even under ashes of the sky.