Food That Knows the Sun

[Intro – spoken, quiet but intense] Somewhere between the shadow and the light, we forgot how to listen. We built machines louder than our hearts… and called it progress. [Verse 1] I’m trying to hold the balance, one hand on fire, one hand in prayer. Good and evil dancing circles, while the hungry disappear. Why don’t we listen to the wise ones? The ones who speak without a throne. They say the soul can’t heal in silence when the children cry alone. [Pre-Chorus] Do what you can to understand, we don’t need another gun in hand. We don’t need another mother screaming over land we’ll never own. [Chorus] Give us peace, give us safety, give the poor a place to sleep. Give us food that knows the sunlight, not poison dressed up cheap. We are all the walking dead, searching shelves for something real. Bring us back, bring us back, give us something that can heal. [Verse 2] Does it hurt the ones in power to feed the bodies they command? Does it break the golden tower to put real bread in every hand? Why are babies getting sicker while the rich men count the cost? Why’s the garden locked and guarded like the people aren’t already lost? [Pre-Chorus] Do what you can to understand, we don’t need another war-torn plan. We need water, warmth, and mercy, we need soil beneath our feet. [Chorus] Give us peace, give us safety, give the poor a place to sleep. Give us food that knows the sunlight, not poison dressed up cheap. We are all the walking dead, searching shelves for something real. Bring us back, bring us back, give us something that can heal. [Bridge – gospel build] Listen to the enlightened ones, the healers, the mothers, the ones who run toward the broken, toward the flame, not for money, not for fame. Balance is not bombs in the sky. Balance is a child who doesn’t cry from hunger in a wealthy place where leaders still avoid her face. No more sickness dressed as food. No more violence sold as truth. No more prayers from polished rooms while the poor keep digging tombs. [Final Chorus – bigger, with choir] Give us peace, give us safety, give the poor a place to sleep. Give us food that knows the sunlight, not poison dressed up cheap. We are all the walking dead, but our hearts still want to feel. Bring us back, bring us back, give us something that can heal. [Outro – repeated like a chant] Bring us back to life. Bring us back to life. No more guns, no more lies. Feed the body, free the mind. Bring us back to life. Bring us back to life. Peace and shelter, bread and light. Bring us back to life.