Merged into the city like an ordinary man. He keeps his
stripes unseen his
boots locked away. He feels betrayed by, everyone he
faught for. payed out
thrown back on the streets. “You don’t know, what we’ve
seen and what we mean
to this world”. They went, from heroes, to martyrs in a
day. They showed the
cruelty the devastation. One side, to this story. we just
can’t turn away, we
just can’t turn away.
Mother I’m going in, please be with me in these deserts
of hell. Please be with
me. A country just mothers putting their children into
the ground. No time to
grieve. No time to grieve. No time to grieve Mother don’t
leave me. Promise our
hands will be holding again. This isn’t how it was
written.