You call them soldiers, I call them friends
From different countries, I've never met
You call them heroes after they die
After you pay them, and steal lives
You call it high school but all I learned
Is that there's something wrong with the earth
And all our politics, are just a dirty trick to keep us feeling sick, and keep us arguing.
Your bullets and your stones, can pierce right through my bones
But this heart remains my own, and I will always have control
When our friends begin to die, the only truth they leave behind
Is that the devil holds their throats.
Only heaven holds their souls, so don't let go.
world
whole
until
understand
themselves
their
sunshine
truth
souls
songs
soldiers
shine
separation
education
chose
earth
different
control
stones
arguing
could
trick
throats
always
built
humans
after
pierce
distant
through
hesitation
heaven
bones
steal
about
creation
begin
behind
lives
devil
bullets
skipped
glasses
wrote
wrong
friends
nation
classes
heart
loved
heroes
holds
something
generation
inside
learned
leave
school
medication
remains
needs
stars
never
dirty
politics
countries
population
feeling
right
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