Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Humming like morning air Echo sleeps softly The world exhales We buried the words that sharpened knives Unlearned the math that traded lives The fields grew back without applause No statues rose, no final cause Just open hands and quieter days History watching, unsure what to say No drums to tell us when to feel Just time, just touch, just something real The past knocks once, then walks away Leaves us the choice of how to stay I won’t sing loud, I won’t demand I place the thread in softer hands Not to bind, not to remind But proof that we were once unkind If you feel it, let it mean We learned how not to repeat Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Echo becomes harmony No answers, only tone Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Children hum without knowing why The sound stays The maps are just paper again Borders fold like tired men Names return to being names Not carved in stone, not fed to flames The future waits without a script I won’t teach fear how to march I won’t hand down a burning torch Only this thread, gently spun To say the war was never won And never needs to be If you ask what saved the day It wasn’t pride, it wasn’t rage It was stopping, it was listening It was choosing less and missing none Peace didn’t roar, it barely spoke But everyone heard when the guns broke The quiet learned to hold us all So hum it low, hum it true Let the echo carry you No flags above, no debts below Just lives allowed to simply grow The red thread rests, the work is done Not tied to war, but to everyone Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Echo fades to breath Light stays on Hands stay open No ending chord Just morning No war ever ends where it begins It keeps walking, long after the noise Into kitchens, into dreams, into names not spoken It teaches children words they didn’t ask for And calls it history Mm-mmm, mm-mmm They say war is inevitable But so is hunger, and we still choose to feed So is darkness, and we still light rooms So is hate, and yet here we are Humming instead Mm-mmm, mm-mmm If every enemy bleeds the same red Then every excuse is already thin Peace isn’t passive, it’s practiced Quietly, daily, without witnesses Mm-mmm, mm-mmm This is not the end of war This is the refusal to continue it
