Land Of Stolen Breath

Dust along a broken road chokes the golden sun

In the land of stolen breath a shot rings out from a

Child's gun

And chaos rains without a tear upon unburied treasures

Here

They find no honor or respect in the land of stolen

Breath

A woman sold tea in the square and brought the pennies

Home

But not today, her pennies lay beside her on the stone

Her children wait, the shadows fall on hopes for her

Return

They wait to hear a lullaby they have not yet learned

He took sides with bread and bullets in no-man's-land

He's an orphan king

Father died in diseased abandon, power owns what widows

Bring

Townships float upon the sea of a human greed and misery

The deserts feed on refugees - we watch it all on TV

Pure religion is just this: to greet the widow with a

Kiss

Feed the orphan, love the poor of these bloody civil wars

And chaos reigns without a tear upon unburied treasures

Here

They find no profit - just neglect

In the land of stolen breath