Wooden walls around my mindnMy soul has left memories behindnWe walk around like ghostsnLike puppets on a string of despairnnAs bells toll - a call for the chosen onesnOutside the window I see loaded gunsnThe caravan of dying flowers,nmoving to the showersnMoving through doors of steelnnBlack flowers in cities of deathnWhere sun turns to greynAnd love fades awaynnIt's the march of the innocentnIt's the march of the innocentnnPrayers don't findnThe right words to helpnSpeechless they move throughnThousands of tearsnTouching the head of a child who criesnDefending the fear of those who will diennThrough fire we walk no chance to survivenThe army of terror steal our livesnNow faith is the substancenOf things we hope fornWe're starting the journeynTo heaven's doornnBlack flowers in cities of deathnWhere sun turns to greynAnd love fades awaynnIt's the march of the innocentnIt's the march of the innocentnIt's the march of the innocentnIt's the march of the innocentn