Little Hands

[Verse 1] Little hands shouldn't have to choose a side, Small voices silenced by adult pride, Innocent dreams get lost in the noise, When grown-ups forget they once were girls and boys.

[Verse 2] Bedtime stories shouldn't be about revenge, Playground laughter shouldn't have to defend, Against the poison that seeps through the cracks, When parents use kids to cover their tracks.

[Chorus] Stop the madness, let them be, Children weren't born to bleed, For the wars that you create, Don't make their love turn into hate.

[Verse 3] Every tear that falls from your eyes so bright, Is proof that something's not right, They mirror what they see and hear, Turns your fury into their fear.

[Verse 4] Tomorrow's leaders are watching today, Learning from every word that you say, Break the cycle, choose to heal, Show them what love can really feel.

[Chorus] Stop the madness, let them be, Children weren't born to bleed, For the wars that you create, Don't make their love turn into hate.

[Bridge] They deserve their innocence, They deserve a fighting chance, To grow up whole and free, From your bitter history.