Down a tired, broken street
A lonely soldier cries...
Stand Strong and protect us
Make me proud my baby boy...
Colors fall as the wind paints the red sky
Lush with silence, hidden eternity...
While you're gone away
Defending our freedom...
As soon as the battle began it ends
in the aftermath a surgeon attends...
He stood for liberty, atlas of independence
he dared to break past precedence...
The sidewalks and alleys
Are filling up fast...
Pounds of gear he holds with his feet
Leading his men on, that he calls his fleet...
It's an old tradition
The working class religion...
I have a voice!
Maybe it's small and timid...
Looking through the bars
Staring at the shining stars...
This is the life I chose
To take the stand...