To create a space to be
Are we rewriting history
When we say peace is what we want
But men in armoured cars still daunt
As you file past
And the tenuous ceasefire doesn’t last
As they arm their guns 
Equip fathers and sons 
To go to the scene 
And rescue people from the dream
Of hate and hurt
People pushed into the dirt
Of circumstance 
What happened to the heart that used to dance?
Is it all forsaken
And when we waken
Will it be to the sky
I’m still holding the reason why