(Verse 1)
War is upon us, hear the drums in the distance,
Every generation swears it’s different, then repeats it.
Built towers to the heavens, carved stories into stone,
Yet somehow still convinced that we’re standing here alone.
Painted masterpieces, left our mark across the ages,
Filled museums and libraries with wisdom on the pages.
But peace seems harder than a monument to build,
’Cause our pride stays hungry and it never gets its fill.
Everybody got a banner, everybody got a side,
Everybody got a reason that they’re willing to divide.
Politics, religion, all the lines that we create,
Turn neighbors into enemies and love into debate.
We pray by different names, face different directions,
Argue over details while ignoring the connection.
Looking at the branches, never seeing the roots,
Too busy proving points to search for deeper truths.
(Hook)
Same sky above us, same ground below,
Same blood in our veins no matter where we go.
We fight over shadows while the years slip away,
Chasing what don’t matter at the end of the day.
Same tears, same fears, same hopes inside,
But we build up the walls where the bridges should rise.
If we’re here for a moment, then tell me why we spend
So much time making enemies instead of making friends.
(Verse 2)
They told us we were born with a purpose to fulfill,
A destiny waiting somewhere over every hill.
Maybe that’s true, maybe nobody knows,
Maybe life’s just the journey and the people that we hold.
’Cause honestly, the answers never seem that clear,
Some claim certainty while others live with fear.
Some swear they found the truth, some admit they never will,
But the clock keeps ticking whether standing or standing still.
Material things come and go like the seasons,
Most of what we chase got no lasting reason.
A brand-new possession can be gone in a flash,
Yet a memory with meaning outweighs a mountain of cash.
So what’s the point of wasting all this precious time?
Filled with anger and resentment that we’re carrying inside.
When everything we own and every title that we claim
Won’t matter half as much as who remembers our name.
(Outro)
War never unified, only taught us what we lost.
Every victory’s a number, every number has a cost.
We’re all temporary travelers underneath the same sun,
Maybe peace begins the moment we remember we’re one.
Not one mind, not one faith, not one way to see,
But one human family sharing one reality.
And before this chapter closes, before our time is through,
Maybe the world changes when “me” becomes “we” too.
Eviternally
