Wooden walls around my mind My soul has left memories behind We walk around like ghosts Like puppets on a string of despair
As bells toll - a call for the chosen ones Outside the window I see loaded guns The caravan of dying flowers, moving to the showers Moving through doors of steel
Black flowers in cities of death Where sun turns to grey And love fades away
It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent
Prayers don't find The right words to help Speechless they move through Thousands of tears Touching the head of a child who cries Defending the fear of those who will die
Through fire we walk no chance to survive The army of terror steal our lives Now faith is the substance Of things we hope for We're starting the journey To heaven's door
Black flowers in cities of death Where sun turns to grey And love fades away
It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent