Under the same sky - Dan Pery

Under the same sky - Dan Pery Under the same sky... Under the same sky... Names are falling... Where nobody hears them cry... Mothers light the darkness... Trying to keep the end outside... And somewhere... Children are sleeping... Where morning... May never arrive... The baker left at dawn... With warm bread in his hands... "I'll be home before noon..." Were the last words he said... His wife left the table waiting... Coffee slowly turning cold... And a little boy learned that day... That waiting can grow old... The teacher closed her classroom... When the windows turned to rain... Letters still covered the blackboard... But the war erased their names... A driver crossed the border... Trying to bring people home... But somewhere between two checkpoints... His family became alone... And the men who start the fires... Never feel the heat... They don't hear empty stomachs... They don't hear shattered streets... They don't count empty cradles... Or names lost in the wind... They call it collateral damage... But it had a face... It had a name... It had a life... So I sing... For the ones who never made it home... For the ones still trapped inside the smoke... For every child who lost tomorrow... For every mother calling through the dark... I sing... For the houses turned to memories... For the brothers buried without goodbye... There is no victory in ruins... There is no peace... Inside a cannon's cry... Ohhh... Under the same sky... Ohhh... Nobody is just a target... The hospital stayed awake... Long after hope had gone... And a tired nurse kept stitching fear... Until the break of dawn... A father ran for medicine... For his child burning with fever... He carried an entire universe... Inside his coat... And never returned either... Some children learn too early... How to hide beneath the dark... Counting names among the rubble... Like stars without a spark... And there's a boy without a bicycle... Because the street no longer exists... Yesterday he chased the sunset... Now he searches for who he is... The ones who sit on towers of gold... Never breathe this dust... Never choke on this air... Never kneel beside a grave... And call it strategy... While entire generations disappear... So I sing... For the ones who never made it home... For the ones still trapped inside the smoke... For every child who lost tomorrow... For every mother calling through the dark... I sing... For the houses turned to memories... For the brothers buried without goodbye... There is no victory in ruins... There is no peace... Inside a cannon's cry... The rulers never bleed... The earth bleeds in their place... The rulers never break... But ordinary people do... They build their speeches out of marble... Over homes they'll never rebuild... And no palace on this earth... Can teach a broken child... How to smile... Again... NO GLORY... IN EMPTY CRADLES... NO HONOR... IN MASS GRAVES... NO FLAG... CAN HIDE A MOTHER'S TEARS... NO EMPIRE... IS WORTH A CHILD'S LAST BREATH... If history remembers this... Let it remember the scars... Let nobody call it destiny... When greed disguised itself as war... So I sing... For the ones who never made it home... For the ones still trapped inside the smoke... For every child who lost tomorrow... For every mother calling through the dark... I sing... For the houses turned to memories... For the brothers buried without goodbye... There is no victory in ruins... There is no peace... Inside a cannon's cry... Let the innocent... Never become numbers... Let the dead... Never become headlines... Let every stolen life... Become a memory... Become a light... And if humanity still survives... May it learn... No power is worth a child...