Run, to the hills child
Hold your heart
Follow the birds to the sky!
Feel the air between you
And all you have ever known
What matters most is What
Is held in your heart
Oh, lets walk in the meadow
Of peaceful wheat
We'll sway the stalks
In all the wrong ways
We'll speak so soft
Stir the birds from their nests
With our teeth red
We'll shoot them down
And feed our mouths
But our stomachs are hungry
Our souls are empty!
Please do not follow us here
Into the meadow
It's not as peaceful as it seems
We all ran from our wars
And loss has brought us here
Together we will fight, once again
And this time we'll reign
As braves, as lovers
As the men of truth