March of the Innocent

Wooden walls around my mind My soul has left memories behind We walk around like ghosts Like puppets on a string of despair As bells toll – a call for the choosen ones Outside the window I see loaded guns The caravan of dying flowers, moving to the showers Moving through doors of steel Black flowers in cities of death Where sun turns to grey And love fades away It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent Prayers don't find The right words to help Speachless they move through Thousands of tears Touching the head of a child who cries Defending the fear of those who will die Through fire we walk no chance to survive The army of terror steal our lives Now faith is the substance Of things we hope for We're starting the journey To heaven's door Black flowers in cities of death Where sun turns to grey And love fades away It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent It's the march of the innocent