Into The Song
A song made by Caesaronie
Into The Song
A song made by Caesaronie
Verse 1
We woke to empty rooms, small shoes by the door,
Laughter stripped from halls where children used to pour.
Their names hang on the walls like prayers in the dark,
Mothers counting heartbeats, fathers aching, torn apart.
Where did the morning go? Who stole the daylight’s song?
All that’s left are questions, and a sorrow that grows long.
Chorus
Bring them back, bring them back, to the warmth of our hands,
Bring them home, bring them home, to the safety of this land.
Who will answer for the silence? Who will mend what’s been undone?
Bring the children, bring the teachers, bring back every single one.
Verse 2
Once we taught them kindness, to hope and first believe,
Now we teach them fear, and the nightmares won’t leave.
Innocence is fragile — we treated it with stone,
Now we count the cost in empty beds and mothers calling on their phones.
What became of mercy? Where is the human face?
When did we turn our hearts away, abandon every place?
Bridge
There’s a grief that has a scent — burnt edges of trust,
There’s a cry that echoes loud — it trembles in the dust.
If we are anything at all, let love refuse to bow,
If we can hear the children’s names, we must answer here and now.
Chorus (soft)
Bring them back, bring them back, to the warmth of our hands,
Bring them home, bring them home, to the safety of this land.
Breakdown (spoken or whispered)
Do you remember the songs they sang? Do you remember tiny dreams?
Do you remember who you were when you first held a child close and believed?
We cannot let the darkness write the end of our children’s pages.
We will stand and call their names until the morning rages.
Final Chorus (lift)
Bring them back, bring them back, bring them back to light,
Bring them home, bring them home, chase away the night.
Raise the voice of every street, let every bell be rung,
Bring the children, bring the teachers, let a new day be begun.
Outro
We will light the lamps, we will keep the watch till dawn,
We will carry hope like bread, keep giving it on and on.
For the smallest hearts among us are the measure of our soul —
Bring them back, bring them back, make our broken spirits whole.
