[VERSE]
Mothers waiting by the phone,
another name carved into stone,
flags keep waving over graves,
while old men talk and young blood pays.
[HOOK]
No more heroes, no more drums,
nothing glorious when the silence comes,
cities burn for someone’s pride,
children learn where hope has died.
[OUTRO]
Same sky.
Same rain.
Different uniforms —
same pain.
