You lie on your bed
Head heavy, nauseous, dizzy...
Our government tells us to fight
But arrogance is the race...
Our soldiers die on foreign land
Beseeched by words of hollow truce...
Flames
tumbling from the sky...
He was dancing, through and through
To a rhythm no one knew...
After a long day his desk is now clean
bills, and proposals are all he's seen...
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Their tears fell to the floor, as they walked...
Celebrate this endless love
Throw confetti in the air...
Acrid fumes creep in the blue sky.
The world is white with dust...
When I look up at the sky,
I some how see your face...
He stands in battle proud and strong,
Singing the verses of his company's song...
War
so sad war...