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This war is a lie |
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Judge the righteous from their place on high |
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But I wonder who they'd blame |
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If their ivory towers were set aflame |
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And how did it seem |
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To watch 9/11 on a TV screen? |
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While we lived through it |
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City's burning in a fiery pit |
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We march across the killing fields |
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We set the laws with swords and shield |
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Our funeral pyres light up the sky |
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We send our children off to die |
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Treacherous paths we walk alone |
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Our hands and hearts have turned to stone |
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These are the chances that we take |
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The sacrifices we must make |
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Now a shaky hand |
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Brings the news from a far off land |
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This man, they cut him down |
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Spilled his blood on foreign ground |
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His loss should be a sign |
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Of valor to those left behind |
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The end, the letter read |
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"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead" |
