The silence makes it feel like a city of the
Dead
Bled by a dream
A brutal regime
The silence
To be without
A feeling, a meaning, a loss of all
A stranger to the cause that they are dying for
Devastation all around
Houses burning to the ground
The children bleed but still the bombs and bullets rain down
Their flag is red
With the blood of their brothers
Promises bled
How many more children must suffer?
Innocent victims
The hidden children
Left with nothing but hope
For the hopeless child
Who fights back in the face of the fires
The tear-strewn cheeks incandescent lit up by the pyres
Caused by battles destined to be fought
The cost to the fragile is a future that's lost
Their flag is red
With the blood of their brothers
Promises bled
How many more children must suffer?
Suffer
Holding back the mother as she reaches for her child
Wrenched from her arms and into exile
Saying goodbye is worse than death
Every breath, every step is closer to the edge
Breathe in
Bleed out
Bottle the blood of the brother
Share all the tears with the mother
Their flag is red
With the blood of their brothers
Promises bled
How many more children must suffer?
Their flag is red
With the blood of sisters and brothers
Spitting out death
This blood is on our
Hands
On our hands