Run, to the hills child.
Hold your heart,
Follow the birds to the sky!
Feel the air between you
And all you have ever known.
What matters most is What
is held in your heart.
Oh, lets walk in the meadow
Of peaceful wheat,
We'll sway the stalks
In all the wrong ways.
We'll speak so soft,
Stir the birds from their nests.
With our teeth red,
We'll shoot them down
And feed our mouths
But our stomachs are hungry
Our souls are empty!
Please do not follow us here,
Into the meadow
It's not as peaceful as it seems.
We all ran from our wars,
And loss has brought us here.
Together we will fight, once again.
And this time we'll reign
As braves, as lovers,
as the men of truth.
the men of truth