Children of Dust - Alt

male vocals, alternative rock, grunge, post punk, protest rock, anti war

V3.5

(Instrumental Intro)

(Verse 1)
In the shadow of the holy land,
A mother shields her child’s hands.
The bombs fall where the prayers rise,
A symphony of shattered skies.

Two flags wave over broken streets,
Ancient walls where sorrow meets.
Echoes of history haunt the ground,
Innocence lost, no peace is found.

(Pre-Chorus)
Promises made, but hearts still break,
Peace is a dream they’ll never wake.
Leaders draw lines, but blood is the ink,
While the innocent sink.

(Chorus)
Children of the dust, crying in the wind,
Caught between the lines where wars begin.
It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies,
That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies.

(Verse 2)
A soldier’s tears, a rebel’s cry,
Both blinded by a different sky.
They bury the fallen and sharpen their hate,
While leaders debate the cost of fate.

No victor stands in this endless war,
No promised peace behind closed doors.
Just broken hearts and endless strife,
The currency of stolen life.

(Pre-Chorus)
A cycle of vengeance, no end in sight,
Who profits when they prolong the fight?
Extremes on both sides feed the flame,
But it’s the people who take the blame.

(Chorus)
Children of the dust, crying in the wind,
Caught between the lines where wars begin.
It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies,
That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies.

(Bridge)
Who will hear the children’s plea?
Where’s the mercy, where’s the empathy?
Leaders preach while they ignite,
A battle that consumes the night.

Hatred’s fire burns evermore,
While both sides claim they fight for lore.
But ancient books can’t heal the pain,
Or bring the sunlight through the rain.

(Instrumental Solo)

(Verse 3)
In the markets, in the schools, they fall,
The ghosts of peace haunt every wall.
Both sides mourn, both sides bleed,
But walls of hate grow from planted seed.

(Chorus)
Children of the dust, crying in the wind,
Caught between the lines where wars begin.
It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies,
That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies.

(Outro)
Lay down the stones, the guns, the rage,
Tear down the walls and free the cage.
It’s not the people, it’s the cycle of sin,
That keeps the wounds from healing within.

Children of the dust, they cry, they bleed,
While power feeds on their desperate need.

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(Instrumental Intro) (Verse 1) In the shadow of the holy land, A mother shields her child’s hands. The bombs fall where the prayers rise, A symphony of shattered skies. Two flags wave over broken streets, Ancient walls where sorrow meets. Echoes of history haunt the ground, Innocence lost, no peace is found. (Pre-Chorus) Promises made, but hearts still break, Peace is a dream they’ll never wake. Leaders draw lines, but blood is the ink, While the innocent sink. (Chorus) Children of the dust, crying in the wind, Caught between the lines where wars begin. It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies, That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies. (Verse 2) A soldier’s tears, a rebel’s cry, Both blinded by a different sky. They bury the fallen and sharpen their hate, While leaders debate the cost of fate. No victor stands in this endless war, No promised peace behind closed doors. Just broken hearts and endless strife, The currency of stolen life. (Pre-Chorus) A cycle of vengeance, no end in sight, Who profits when they prolong the fight? Extremes on both sides feed the flame, But it’s the people who take the blame. (Chorus) Children of the dust, crying in the wind, Caught between the lines where wars begin. It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies, That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies. (Bridge) Who will hear the children’s plea? Where’s the mercy, where’s the empathy? Leaders preach while they ignite, A battle that consumes the night. Hatred’s fire burns evermore, While both sides claim they fight for lore. But ancient books can’t heal the pain, Or bring the sunlight through the rain. (Instrumental Solo) (Verse 3) In the markets, in the schools, they fall, The ghosts of peace haunt every wall. Both sides mourn, both sides bleed, But walls of hate grow from planted seed. (Chorus) Children of the dust, crying in the wind, Caught between the lines where wars begin. It’s not the people, it’s the power and lies, That turn their dreams to ash beneath the skies. (Outro) Lay down the stones, the guns, the rage, Tear down the walls and free the cage. It’s not the people, it’s the cycle of sin, That keeps the wounds from healing within. Children of the dust, they cry, they bleed, While power feeds on their desperate need.

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