Hope for stillness
Hope for silence
Hope for calm in this valley of death
It takes long nights
It takes tired eyes
To heal bloody wounds from the past
Brick and mortar can't hold these walls
I'll find you, my love
Through the smoke and the ash
I'll find you, my love
Hope for bones
Hope for skin
Hope these bones rise up in their time
It takes kneeling
It takes dying
To find life in enemy's eyes
Brick and mortar can't hold these walls
I'll find you, my love
Through the smoke and the ash
I'll find you, my love
Hope for breath
Hope for dust
Hope my lungs fill with time for your love
It takes plowing
It takes cracked hands
To grow seeds worth sharing their fruit
Brick and mortar can't hold these walls
I'll find you, my love
Through the smoke and the ash
I'll find you, my love