Lyrics

Smoke fills the sky where the temples once stood,
Prayers turned to ashes where children once played.
Tyrants spoke of God as they sharpened their swords,
Leaving mothers to cradle the graves they made.

Toys in the rubble, laughter in dust,
Broken by tyrants who betray our trust.
They fight for power in the name of the skies,
But children still dream beneath shattered lives.

Fathers are gone, swallowed by war,
Under flags and faith they never asked for.
Saints and sinners both bleed the same,
While leaders play their power games.

Toys in the rubble, laughter in dust,
Innocence stolen by power and lust.
They chant their scriptures with bombs in their hands,
But the children still build in the broken lands.

Will they ever learn, will the madness cease?
No god would bless a war on peace.
But even when the night is black,
The children smile and bring hope back.

Toys in the rubble, joy through the pain,
Dreams take root in the cracks of the slain.
You can't kill hope with your holy lies—
The children still play under blood red skies.

Toys in the rubble, laughter returns,
Soft as the sunrise on ruins that burn.
The world may break, the sky may fall,
But children will rise and rebuild it all.