The Broken, but...

(Verse 1)
A bloody past, a silence loud,
Of lies and treachery, beneath a cloud.
A trust betrayed, the endless fight,
No common ground, just dark and light.
The old ones weep, their promise torn,
A bitter legacy, for a new world born.

(Verse 2)
The children watch, with heavy heart,
A situation forced, torn apart.
They never chose this war of will,
But face the ruins on the hill.
With open eyes, they seek the way,
To find a future, bright as day.

(Chorus)
The truth will rise, though time may creep,
Promises broken, secrets deep.
But love can build from ashes grey,
A land of milk and honey, come what may.
The generations reach for hands to hold,
A new story waiting to unfold.

(Verse 3)
They find new lands, a hopeful start,
A faith rekindled in each young heart.
Though home is dust, and memories ache,
A new foundation they will make.
The children’s laughter fills the air,
A balm for wounds beyond compare.

(Verse 4)
Through children's love, the links are found,
On fertile, new, and hallowed ground.
The old disputes begin to fade,
A silent peace is slowly made.
For love can bridge the widest sea,
And set the future generation free.

(Chorus)
The truth will rise, though time may creep,
Promises broken, secrets deep.
But love can build from ashes grey,
A land of milk and honey, come what may.
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A new story waiting to unfold.

(Bridge)
From brokenness, the spirit mends,
As hope on every path attends.
The search for truth, a guiding star,
Will heal the wounds, no matter how far.
The families connect, the cycle ends,
On this new journey, we are friends.

(Verse 5)
The truth will shine, a brilliant sun,
When all is mended, all is done.
The elders' tears, no longer pain,
But grateful drops of gentle rain.
For where they gather, peace is found,
On the long-awaited, common ground.

(Chorus)
The truth will rise, though time may creep,
Promises broken, secrets deep.
But love can build from ashes grey,
A land of milk and honey, come what may.
The generations reach for hands to hold,
A new story waiting to unfold.

The truth will rise, though time may creep,
Promises broken, secrets deep.
But love can build from ashes grey,
A land of milk and honey, come what may.
The generations reach for hands to hold,
A new story waiting to unfold.

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