One Big Sky by Kansas
Colored banners, color kills
What color is the blood that spills
If we don't see it no one will
Under one big sky
Guns and plowshares, promised land
Ghosts of war stretch out their hand
If we don't hear them no one can
Under one big sky
Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heard
But in a world where love has died
That voice seems so absurd
We are children of the future
Maybe we're just passing through here
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