Torn maps of the atlantic ocean
Once held the secrets of this world
Soldier is in constant search believing love will end
Asymmetrical warfare has got us on the run
Can we just stop,
Acting like we don't know?
Eating up your lies,
Throw them out tomorrow
Can we hold hands?
I promise you that they are clean
Putting up a fight!
Against these men
That hide behind newspapers and networking
Against these men that hide behind us!!!
Bruised minds are tearing at old scars
Hoping the truth will heal their past
Mother is in constant search expecting love will grow
Burning out before the flame has got us up in arms
We're not a number,
Estimated to be born in dozens
We're not a file
Growing up to be another door mat
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