Sticks and Stones

The sky has become smoke filled with dreams that have vanished
A hungry child cries out as the mother hides her to protect
The sounds of thunder fire out of medal and blood splatters
Everywhere while sticks and stones lay in strife
The curse of an evil being trying to take over
Smothers the air that we breathe
Though the lightening strikes back as the brave hearts do not brake faith
This is all they have to rebuild their life
Though the colors of the blue and yellow still stand bold
As the weak, the frail, the young, the old
Never let go of the strength in their hands held tight within 
this fight