The innocent ones you leave on the floor,
Bleeding and crying, for the cries of a war.
Far away somewhere their heroes fight,
Tooth and nail, for life and love.
It could be their last sunset,
It could be their last breath...
Feel the pain of the weaker one,
Living in the shadows,
Scared of what the future holds.
They'll be missed, if you drop it on this place,
They'll still be loved,
When you're dead and gone away.
Run away, why don't you run away?
From this heat and blame,
They'll keep in the dark,
For every truth you've told,
They'll lie to your hopes.
They will all rise up and come tumbling down,
In silence and in the night.
Don't be scared to start another day.
Still innocent, you're still precious.
Live tomorrow, you could die today...
There's just too much to cry for..
Its all fair. In love. In war.
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