believe in dreams believe in the sound our children are hiding and our hearts are on the ground for this there is no reason and no justice to be found the blood on his hands was the blood from the ground
when something is so shattered by a sound so loud and cold to reach into a family and to steal what they would hold for this there is no truth and his name I'll never know his body is the ashes in the dreams of what he stole
believe in dreams believe in the sound our children are hiding and our hearts are on the ground for this there is no reason and no justice to be found the blood on his hands was the blood from the ground