the tired and forgotten tired and forgotten to turn in our legs, crippled from our own way and strength and let us strap compassion to our chests and run as
And i will hold i will hold your head above the water while the current pulls me under as long as you have breath, my dear i will dance with death and
When will the weak shame the strong and not collapse into our own arms when will we raise our flags past half-mast and not collapse into our own arms
