It seems like blood has stained this place
From all the noise and tired mistakes
What a waste
How do we clean the mess we made
Is it too late
When the walls come down
And we find higher ground
I can see the sun come out
War can be small, it can be great
Within our homes and in our state
Are we safe
When the walls come down
And we find higher ground
I can see the star come out again
It seems like blood has stained this place
