Blosson and Blood
You the mothers who sent your sons

Wipe away your tears

For those who fought and those who fell

Become our sons as well.

You the warriors with your words

Throw away your spears

You talk of times of peace for all

And then prepare for war.

All the people with dreams, all mothers with sons

All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns.

Like a child that's born on a moonless night

Like a child that's born, we parachute down to an unknown fight.

This city of blossom and blood

This city suffered more than it should

These sidewalk silhouettes not washed away, not washed away.

Whatever you've done, whatever you've done, whatever you've done.

There's a hope in the heart says never again.

Whatever you say, whatever you say, whatever you say

It's the price of peace to remember that day.