9-11-01
Terrorists attack us...
Tears of worry on his checks
as he says goodbye for six months...
This war that we are still fighting
Is a waste of our time and lives...
These wings which bring Destruction,
(Our stage...
Somewhere theres a man
Thinking of his child...
They're shipped off in great packs
To fight "a pointless war"...
I havent quite figured out
what is going on over there...
I watched as you walked out that door
You never seemed like you really wanted to leave...
To some power is guns
To some power is knifes...
I dream of a place
where no roads end...
Set me free,
Set me free...
I will be something,
Life will have meaning...