Let flowers bloom in a broken world Light up the darkness that never ends As we stare into a godless sky What is left for us to believe? Black rain has tamed the streets below Hollow prayers bloom upon the walls The face of God is stained with ash No one remembers who he was The sky is bleeding black Grey birds devour the fading sky A future sleeps beneath the ruins Without a name, without a life If we tear the skin from righteousness What will remain beneath it all? A saint’s fingertips are stained with sin But who will judge them in the end? Let flowers bloom in a broken world Light up the darkness that never ends As we stare into a godless sky What is left for us to believe? Don’t let the silence swallow us Bring peace to this wounded earth Iron rain tears dreams apart A mother’s voice dissolves to ash A border is a wound that never heals Yet looks so beautiful on maps A thousand nameless graves Beyond the reach of moonlight Buried beneath the victor’s history Countless voices still breathe below Behind the white flag Dark stains of blood remain With tongues that speak of peace They steal another tomorrow Let flowers bloom in a broken world Leave a light within the frozen dark If nothing waits beyond our hatred Then let no one suffer anymore Don’t let the silence swallow us Bring peace to this wounded earth Who created this paradise? Who burned it all to the ground? Who deserves to live? Who has the right to choose? Gathering prayers reduced to ash Searching for a dawn untouched by blood Let flowers bloom in a broken world Light up the darkness that never ends As we stare into a godless sky What is left for us to believe? Don’t let the silence swallow us Bring peace to this wounded earth The sky is still crying Still, we wait for morning
