Lyrics

(Silence, then a soft, distorted and slowly fading music box)

**(Intro - whispered, fragilely sung)**

Not far from here, behind walls of loss,
Where the flags of sorrow are raised.
They say there is a war, in a far, far land,
But mine is raging here, in the sand of my hand.

**(Voice becomes clearer, but still vulnerable)**

I don't fight for borders, for oil or gold,
My battlefield's the playground, the hallways so cold.
My weapons are the words that are never said,
The bombs are the silence, where all dreams are laid dead.

**(Chorus - bursting with emotion)**

And they say "It's just a phase, it's part of the game."
But this is no playground, this is a war, yes, here inside me.
They see no grenades, no smoke on the horizon,
Just a quiet child... screaming for peace within... and decaying.

**(Bridge - almost praying)**

And the real world fights for land,
But my soul is the domain I no longer understand.
So I won't take sides in your fight,
I'm fighting for the peace in my own mind tonight.

**(Outro - the music box stutters and stops abruptly)**

Where is the white flag for me?