War At Home
Fallen brotherHe's a, a fallen husbandHe's about to be woken in his hospital bedHe doesn't want to restJust wants to runAnd he's tired of being told that he's the lucky one
Caped crusaderShe's a newborn leader, butYou should see her when her daughter's on the phoneAnd she wipes the tears awayAnd she laces up because there's still hell to payAnd it sure feels like hell todayToday
And she says:You see these hands?They're bruised and brownThey're yours aloneHold on, loveWe're still going downHold on, loveWe're still fighting at homeThe war at home
Innocence behind his broken expressionHe's a child of mercy, he's an unlearned lessonAnd he's trying to wake upFrom this wilderness his world has now becomeHe's reaching out to those he's running from
And he says:You see these hands?They're bruised and brownThey're yours aloneHold on nowWe're still going downHold on nowWe're still fighting
And it'sOne step forward, two steps backThis is all who are marchingOne step forward, two steps backThis is young at homeOne step forward, two steps backThrough the void of the silenceYou are not alone
You see these hands?They're millions, strongThey are yours nowHold on nowWe're all going downHold on nowWe're still fighting at homeThe war at home