We’re Walking by Michael Rosen

We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away, we’re walking away from the bullets.

Bullets don’t grow in the ground. There is no fruit where the bullet is found.

We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away, to where we know that something will grow. This is why we said goodbye to the ones we loved who were found lying still on the ground.

We’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking away…