The kids in the hundreds tomorrow

Will march through the door

They’re fighting someone else’s war

They’ll have so many stories to tell

In exchange for a hero’s farewell

I wish I could,

I wish I could make you return

And what if I’ll never discern

As you walk to the toll of the bell

You’ll be fighting for our heaven with hell

And you don’t understand

Why no one else can see

Your blood on me

And my blood on you

But to make you bleed

Is the only thing I wouldn’t do

And you know

Heroes aren’t meant to survive

So much harder to love when alive

Walk with the devil in your head

You would think you were better off dead

And you don’t understand

Why no one else can see

Your blood on me

And my blood on you

But to make you bleed

Is the only thing I wouldn’t do

Where can you go?

We fight we earn

We never learn

And through it all

The hero falls

I wish there was a way

To give you a hand to hold

You don’t have to die in your glory

To never grow old