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I live in a broken world, where war disturbs peace

Where fire fogs the beauty, of the shining morning sea

Battle feel upon my land, can?t tell when hell broke loose

All I heard was singing, singing birds calling for truth



Bombs and language cannot tare, this faithful town apart

We do not listen to given orders, unless those told by the heart

We worship no idol, but the God and the soul we share

Our thoughts sin from innocense while war spurs and dares



Yet we hock up arms together and mock those who lift a gun

We need not say a word, but stand tall below the sun

Casting our shadows, in our loyal bonding town

Stomping our feet, creating a rhythm tunic sound



We do not scare them with violence, never mind all the threats

All we do is keep ourselves together, as we stand and lift our heads

We go through this week by week, yet we call it not a waste

But rather a ritual to keep this town, fluent with it?s pace



Soon the men leave our town, by the simple look of a sinless face

They hide there weapons and stares us down, but shrink in our gaze

Though disturbed by unfinished war, we gather our peace

Allow the families to flourish, and love forever seize.