Respective perspectives worshiping directives
Blindly killing for our dogma [1] Until our sons meet in the garden [2] Torches scald the night sky;
The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows [3] Fire in the lighthouse
All our advances, a spark away from conflagration

In the night I saw you fall, oh wicked star [4] Illuminate our hate, show us who we really are

Books were burned away, only swords remained [5] The prophets died for peace, stabbed by preying priests
As the wise man said I'll keep my heart and lose my head [6] Without a neck how can I sink with a millstone to the bottom of the sea? [7] The bottom of the sea
And I’m finding the violence, it looks like me

Singing songs of life when all we know is death [8] A world of orphans [9] left empty-handed
If love’s a sin I’ll become a heretic

Recurring intervention: [10] Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience [11] Harvesting destruction:
Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil [12]

Terrified little son, encumbered by your sword
You can hide your fear but won’t shed the sheer
Weight of your own humanity – humanity
You can face me towards the mountains [13] Where I meet our Mother’s gaze [14] Too blinded by this hatred to recognize your brother’s face [15]

Singing songs of life when all we know is death
A world of orphans left empty-handed

I’ll collapse, head parting from my weary shoulders
Seeds of life spilling from my palms [16] Subverting love [17] will take hold in this hateful soil;
My blood is the water. Inshallah, Shalom
Love will take hold [18]