All lift glasses to the blessed new day   Offer kisses to the bride   And the groom-who-is-not-to-be   In a bombing by their own… shelling and a killing   Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo      Married posthumously at his own funeral   Grieving widow as the bride   And the mother-still-yet-to-be   In their God’s eye   They are one Same as you and me   Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo      Born of plenty, gone too soon   Was the groom Lying at the feet of lies   That make brothers kill themselves   In the West that won their minds   Same as you and me   Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo      So blessed Having a baby   To die in a refugee camp   There’s a wedding in Sarajevo   A wedding in Sarajevo   Out there by the graveyard   Watch out for the mortars I guess   We’ve been chosen To live and to free the land      There’s a wedding in Sarajevo   A wedding in Sarajevo   Out there by the graveyard   Watch out for the mortars      By the power vested in All that love is   Sacrificing those who care   Not of what group that they belong   People here all look the same   Same as you and me Nothing else left   But to grieve for Sarajevo      © 1995 Blak Berry Jams (SESAC); Smoke & Mirrors (SUISA)