A tear of blood has fallen.
A stained earth has surely dried.
For every time a man has sworn,
envied, killed or lied.
A tear so small but full of hurt,
A drop of pain that shakes our land.
Peace corrupted by our mouths,
By our planning, by our hand.
A tear so crushed beneath the walls,
we built and then knocked down.
Broken dreams, all for it seems,
a fight for one big crown.
