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We laid our names to rest |
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Along the dotted line. |
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We left our date of birth |
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And our history behind. |
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We were full of life, |
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We could barely hold it in. |
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We were amateurs at war, |
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Strangers to suffering. |
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We made our families proud |
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But scared at the same time. |
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We promised we’d be safe, |
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Another lie from the front lines. |
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Our backs against the wall, |
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We’re surrounded and afraid. |
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Our lives now in the hands |
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Of the soldiers taking arms. |
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Our questions ricochet |
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Like broken satellites: |
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How our bodies, born to heal, |
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Become so prone to die? |
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Though time is ruthless, |
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It showed us kindness in the end, |
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By slowing down enough, |
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A second chance to make amends. |
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As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: |
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"lay your weapons down!“ |
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They’re calling off the war |
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On account of losing track |
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Of what we’re fighting for." |
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So we found our way back home, |
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Let our cuts and bruises heal. |
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While a brand-new war began, |
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One that no one else could feel. |
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Our nights have grown so long. |
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Now we beg for sound advice. |
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"let the brokenness be felt “ |
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'til you reach the other side. |
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There is goodness in the heart |
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Of every broken man |
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Who comes right up to the edge |
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Of losing everything he has." |
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We were young enough to sign |
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Along the dotted line. |
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Now we’re young enough to try |
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To build a better life. |
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To build a better life. |