What color is the blood that spills
 If we don't see it no one will
 Under one big sky
 Guns and plowshares - promise land
 Ghosts of war stretch out their hand
 If we don't hear them no one can
 Under one big sky

 Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heard
 But in a world where love has died
 That voice seems so absurd
 We are children of the future
 - maybe we're just passing through here
 All depends on what you do here
 Under one big sky

 Quest for power; pay the cost
 Liberty in tempest tossed
 If we don't stop them, we'll be lost
 Under one big sky

 Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heard
 But in a world where love has died
 That voice seems so absurd
 We are children of the future
 - maybe we're just passing through here
 All depends on what you do here
 Under one big sky