the dust

The cannons roar where the children play Fields of green, now a sea of grey

They send the young to fight the old man's war While mothers weep on blood-stained floors

And we're the children of the dust Born to ashes, taught to trust

But the sky keeps falling, the rivers run red How many more will march till they're dead

They write their laws with a soldier's hand But truth's buried deep beneath the sand

A thousand voices scream at the dawn Yet the wheels of the war keep grinding on

And we're the children of the dust Born to ashes, taught to trust

But the sky keeps falling, the rivers run red How many more will march till they're dead

We're the children of the dust Born to ashes, taught to trust

But the sky keeps falling, the rivers run red How many more will march till they're dead