No slogans. No sides.
Just what war destroys, before it even begins.
A system reduced to its most fragile state:
childhood.
Little hands don’t hold a gun
They hold the light, they hold the sun
They draw a house, a tree, a sky
They never learn the word goodbye
Little feet don’t march in line
They chase the wind, they follow time
They run through fields that don’t divide
No flags to choose, no place to hide
Hush now, don’t teach them war
They don’t know what it’s for
Let them stay where voices sing
Not everything is everything
Little eyes don’t see the blame
They don’t keep count, they don’t name names
They look for shapes inside the clouds
Not broken streets, not silent crowds
Hush now, don’t teach them war
They don’t know what it’s for
Let them stay where voices sing
Not everything is everything
Little song, just fade away
Before they learn what we became
Written, composed and produced by Jozzino
℗ 2026 Jozzino