You sour everything you do Your memory is torn in two They came into a broken home and all your love was made of stone They think that God will let it go Their selfish dreams of violence They think their people do not know The legacy they've given There's a broken ring, for the girl who would be queen For the girl who is a child of war games There's a fallen star for the boy who would be king For the boy who is a child of your war games They disregard the common tool, and play their country like fool Of Mother Nature's good intent they toy with balance and with sense You think their bruises will prevail But every day you push them back Your strength and purpose will not fail You will persist There's no shame in wanting to live life in beauty and in harmony We cannot go on in bloodshed with our integrity