Our silence says it all
Injustice has broken our souls

I am looking at these pictures
God, that blood up on their hands
How could there be justice
If their minds are out of faith?
Were they born without a heart
Or is it my reality?
I refuse to take it down
As they humbled the insanity
We're looking at this truth
And all we see is blood
The blood that is easily shed
I refuse to take this, god
Our hearts scream at their graves
But they cannot answer
They were taken in a war,
And now they are together.
My god, dear god...
Please
Make this be a dream
I want the sons to come back home
And see the growing daffodils
The sound of the tears
Of those mothers that were left
It cannot leave my dreams
It won't, until they are back
The ground we are standing on
Is full of their blood
How can we forget them all
When there are so many deaths, my god?
Answer me; I'm just a little kid
I don't know where they're gone
I wish I just could bring them back
Bring them back home, to mom.