together lost and searching for a home
we sound our horns of distress
praying for an answer in the night
we built our city full of walls
tensions rage from days of old
the rockets keep on falling
we can only guess where they come from
my hands are stained
with the blood of sacrifice
and i was made
to build this peace
with these nails
and with my flesh
given for this
given for this
you have changed our given name
taught our tongues to speak of grace
we take our swords and beat them
into bits upon your love
your hands were stained
with the blood of sacrifice
you were made
to build this peace
with these nails
and with your flesh
given for this
given for this
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