Days of war, / days of pain, /
struggles rise / that displease the Lord. //
Days of peace / that won’t return, /
where is / my peace? //
Promises lost / that the wind took away, /
days when hell / was dressed in love. //
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[Verse 2]
We build our walls / against the wind, /
faith turned / to trade and show. //
Saints now bow / to those who pay, /
man forgot / who made his way. //
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[Pre-Chorus]
We build our kingdoms / on decay, /
the silence of the just / screams too loud. //
Blood spills / in vain, /
the rain falls, / but won’t wash it away. //
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[Chorus]
Rivers cry, / the wind still calls, /
fire burns, / the earth now falls. //
Man who thinks / forgot to love, /
and now he fears / what he’s become. //
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[Verse 3]
A child is born / in dust and smoke, /
learns too soon / the weight of life. //
Man marches on, /
with banners made / of sin, //
and hymns / that deny the sacred within. //
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[Bridge]
Time is written / by its own hand, /
voices lost / across the land. //
Men raise flags / they do not defend, /
forgetting / what they should defend. //
Promises die / at the break of dawn… //
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[Final – slow, solemn]
Days of war… / days of faith… //
the earth still bleeds, / but God remains. //