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The kids in the hundreds tomorrow
Will march through the door
Theyre fighting someone elses war
Theyll have so many stories to tell
In exchange for a heros farewell
I wish I could,
I wish I could make you return
And what if Ill never discern
As you walk to the toll of the bell
Youll be fighting for our heaven with hell
And you dont understand
Why no one else can see
Your blood on me
And my blood on you
But to make you bleed
The only thing I wouldnt do
And you know, heroes arent 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
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 dont have to die in your glory
To never grow old