Should we laugh or should we cry when the freedom fighters die?
Should their visage be remembered in this rotten dead eyed world? Or should our safety be the burden in our dreamer's lucid eye?
Can we pay with lives our arrogance? Is this all just a lie?
When we send our soldiers packing
once their resources go dry.
This stale joke has gotten old.
And our victims are becoming bold.
Their heart's have grown a decade cold. Since the day we put our peace on hold.
I cry, "we should know better!" when the dice fell where they lay.
Yet it's thinking "We know best"
That has made it all this way.
