Dust on the wind, boots on the ground Smoke in the sky, no peace found Rivers run red, the drums roll slow Tell me, brother, where do we go? Raise your hand, don't look away Sing out loud, make 'em pay March for peace, not for pride Let that flag turn with the tide Guitars cry out, bullets fly Mama prays while young men die Ashes fall on sacred land We still got time to make a stand Raise your hand, don't look away Sing out loud, make 'em pay March for peace, not for pride Let that flag turn with the tide Smoke will clear, truth won't bend Let the song fight till the end