Tono: E
Em
Colored banners, color kills
What color is the blood that spillsD
If we don't see it no one willC
Under one big sky
Guns and plowshares, promise landEG
Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heardD
But in a world where love has diedE
That voice seems so absurdE
We are children of the futureG
Maybe we're just passing through hereD
All depends on what you do hereC
Under one big sky
Quest for power; pay the cost