Who wins tonight?

Who draws the lines upon the ground?
And who will pay the cost?
The ones who break the world
are usually watching from above.
So everyone down here will march together.

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They paint the green earth over with ash,
and towers rise where creatures used to sleep.
The tiny voices drowned between the waves
never reach us.
We take, we break,
and call it "tomorrow."
What remains after our footprints fade?

Someone draws a line across the map-
but for what?

Who wins tonight?
Who counts the tears?
Far away, glasses clink at a distant table.
Who walks away with all the gain?
No more lies, no more games.
On this land,
the color of a flag means nothing.
Mother Earth is calling out-
Can you hear her now?

Migrating birds carry nothing,
chasing seasons across the sea.
When did we begin
to guard invisible walls?
Gold talks, silence grows.
To the small eyes that lost even their home,
what kind of tomorrow can we speak of?

Who wins tonight?
Who pays the price?
Tears fall from faces we don't even know.
No more lies, no more games.

Is what we hold in our hands
truly the future?
Mother Earth is fading out-
Can you see it now?

Is this the future humanity wished for?
We call it progress,
We call it right.
Wake up, wake up
before the last light-
before the final bird forgets the sky.

Who wins tonight?
Nobody knows.
Only shadows stretch across the dry earth.
No more lies, no more games.

What will remain at the end?
Mother Earth is calling out-

WE LEFT THE SCARS.
CAN WE HEAL THEM NOW?