Dust on the wind, boots on the ground
Smoke in the sky, no peace found
Rivers run red, the drums roll slow
Tell me, brother, where do we go?
Raise your hand, don't look away

Sing out loud, make 'em pay
March for peace, not for pride
Let that flag turn with the tide
Guitars cry out, bullets fly

Mama prays while young men die
Ashes fall on sacred land
We still got time to make a stand
Raise your hand, don't look away

Sing out loud, make 'em pay
March for peace, not for pride
Let that flag turn with the tide
Smoke will clear, truth won't bend

Let the song fight till the end