A Source for water

This story is the river,
we are all the flow

Finding some new pages,
Down the river as we go

Shining light to end the silence,
Ringing bells to end the violence

We have ears and we have listened,
We have eyes and we are a witness

we have feet to find our path
This rebellion grown from the grass

We found a new kind of tomorrow
With plowshares we shall sow

We choose a life worth living
Our roots are strong and slow

We live the life of the water,
beneath all the cities we flow

When the sun rides on to tomorrow,
The moon will show us the road

as no shadow can bear the sight of a flame-
All of us victims know who is to blame:

We grind up our bones to pay for their loans
when could an empire feel like a home?

Well the god's and their thundering cannons
stood on two towers all made of gold

don't care for the good ants down below them,
Bearing more than their share of the load?

While Two Towers fell down in two perfect square holes
A few of us ants knew the lie we were told

Now the war machine will pretend to rebuild
on foundations all blown full of holes

And now we all know they would blow up the world
Just to silence our banners unfurled

on that day the war fields will all be gone
that day the red flowers will all stand alone.