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