Run, to the hills child.nHold your heart,nFollow the birds to the sky!nFeel the air between younAnd all you have ever known.nWhat matters most is Whatnis held in your heart.nnOh, lets walk in the meadownOf peaceful wheat,nWe'll sway the stalksnIn all the wrong ways.nWe'll speak so soft,nStir the birds from their nests.nWith our teeth red,nWe'll shoot them downnAnd feed our mouthsnBut our stomachs are hungrynOur souls are empty!nPlease do not follow us here,nInto the meadownIt's not as peaceful as it seems.nnWe all ran from our wars,nAnd loss has brought us here.nTogether we will fight, once again.nAnd this time we'll reignnAs braves, as lovers,nas the men of truth.nnthe men of truth