You, the mothers who sent your sons   Wipe away your tears   For those who fought and those who fell   Become our sons as well      You the warriors with your words   Throw away your spears   You talk of times of peace for all   And then prepare for war      All the people with dreams, all mothers with sons   All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns   Like a child that's born on a moonless night   Like a child that's born, we parachute down to an unknown fight      This city of blossom and blood   This city suffered more than it should   These sidewalk silhouettes   Not washed away, not washed away      Whatever you've done   Whatever you've done   Whatever you've done      There's a hope in the heart says never again   Whatever you say, whatever you say, whatever you say   It's the price of peace to remember that day