WASTED HEROES

I can see through the blood and tears,
hear the freedom ringing in my ears,
what have we done?
what have we become?

Reaching hands calling out my name,
as I hang my head in shame,
tell me why..
must and honest man die for your lies?

And as another hero falls,
will I ever make it back home?

Daddy are you coming home?
see how much your little soldier's grown,
I'm waiting for you...
Like I know you'd want me to do,

We the people live your lie,
children weep as their heroes die,
for the red, white, and you...
we bury bodies and truth,

And as another hero falls,
will he ever make it back home?

They fight to be free,
but they're dying from greed,
just another wasted hero.
Oh say can you see,
through the eyes of the weary,
that I might not ever make it back home.
Your never going to make it back home...

Scream aloud as I hit the ground,
I hear the sound of the war drums pounding,
- Here alone,
- my fate unknown...
Will I make it back home?

They fight to be free,
but they're dying from greed,
just another wasted hero.
Oh say can you see,
through the eyes of the weary,
that I might not ever make it back home.

In the land of the free,
They are not going to silence me,
I'll keep fighting for the wasted hero...
- bring them back home
- we'll bring them back home

© 2008 Curse Icon.

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