Hostages
When will enemies hold each other's hand?
Aloud, the world is crying, don't blow me to sand
Will the lost twins find out there are words?
Aloud, a mother's crying, my child cannot be heard
We're hostages trapped in a world that holds guns
When will boundaries dissolve into the ground?
Aloud, the world is crying, I can't hear a sound
Will every single colour, blend from black to white?
Aloud, a mother's crying, quick, my daughter hide
Wake up!