Stolen Pieces

From the temples and the sands, you took them away
Golden idols, ancient hands, far from where they lay
Through the wars and through the years, whispers never fade
Voices of the past still call, asking why they stayed

Broken hearts and stolen time, shadows crossing every line
Can you hear them, the ones who cry for the pieces left behind?

Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation
Lost in glass halls, far from home
History's ghosts call for restoration
Will the truth be known, or are they gone?

From Greece to Benin, art's been torn apart
Stories silenced in the dust, taken from their hearts
Trojan gold and foreign lands, the treasures of the fight
But who are we to claim their hands, to hold what's not our right?

Broken hearts and stolen time, shadows crossing every line
Can you hear them, the ones who cry for the pieces left behind?

Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation
Lost in glass halls, far from home
History's ghosts call for restoration
Will the truth be known, or are they gone?
Or are they gone?

From Greece to Benin, art's been torn apart
Stories silenced in the dust, taken from their hearts
Trojan gold and foreign lands, the treasures of the fight
But who are we to claim their hands, to hold what's not our right?

Broken hearts and stolen time, shadows crossing every line
Can you hear them, the ones who cry for the pieces left behind?

Stolen pieces, echoes of a nation
Lost in glass halls, far from home
History's ghosts call for restoration
Will the truth be known, or are they gone?
Will the truth be known, or are they gone?
Or are they gone?

Can the past return with truth in sight?
Or are these pieces lost in night?
For every stolen artifact, there's a heart that's calling them back
There's a heart that's calling them back!