Merged into the city like an ordinary man.
He keeps his stripes unseen, his boots locked away.
He feels betrayed, by everyone he fought for.
Payed out, thrown back on the streets.
"You don't know, what we've seen and what we mean to this world".
They went, from heroes, to martyrs in a day.
They showed the cruelty, the devastation.
One side to this story.
We just can't turn away.
Mother I'm going in, please be with me in these deserts of hell.
Please be with me.
A country, just mothers putting their children into the ground.
No time to grieve. No time to grieve, Mother don't leave me.
Promise our hands will be holding again.
This isn't how it was written.