In the streets of innocence, where angels fear to tread
Young souls cry out for a world that's dead (that's dead)
No playgrounds, just war sounds, where their laughter should be
Their cries echo across the streets, can't you see? (ooh-yeah)

In the Streets of Innocence

In a world of endless possibilities,
We're born into a story, not quite our own.
With walls built from whispers and memories,
A box of beliefs into which we've grown.

Beyond The Box

The power of love, it knows no end,
Breaks every chain, every divide it mends.
In its embrace, we rise above,
Nothing can hold back the power of love.

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