strangers to suffering;

How our bodies, born to heal, become so prone to die?

We laid our names to rest, along the dotted line. We left our date of birth and our history behind.

Them: Let the brokenness be felt 'til you reach the other side. There is goodness in the heart of every broken man, who comes right up to the edge of losing everything he has.

Mars // Sleeping At Last

So we found our way back home, Let our cuts and bruises heal. While a brand-new war began, One that no one else could feel.

We were amateurs at war — strangers to suffering.

Sleeping At Last, Mars