We laid our names to rest

Along the dotted line

We left our date of birth

And our history behind

We were full of life

We could barely hold it in

We were amateurs at war

Strangers to suffering

Our backs against the wall

We're surrounded and afraid

Our lives now in the hands

Of the soldiers taking aim

Our questions ricochet

Like broken satellites

How our bodies, born to heal

Become so prone to die?

Though time is ruthless

It showed us kindness in the end

As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim

"Lay your weapons down

They're calling off the war

On account of losing track

Of what we're fighting for"…

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

There is goodness in the heart

Of every broken man

Who comes right up to the edge

Of losing everything he has