When the war was over
our heroes headed home
We ran to meet our daddies
leapt into their arms.
But daddies can be scary
with a pistol -in their hand
Their eyes ablaze with flashbacks
of blood pools in the sand..
Whispering of horrors
we could never understand
(..Understand)
My Daddy may be broken
but we've been broken too
My mother's spirit's broken
due to what he put us through
He may have done his duty
but our duty's never done..
Although the war is over
some wars are never won
Although the war is over
for some it rages on..
(..And on)
The war rages on in our minds and in our homes
Men, women, children - private battle zones
Praying for an armistice - a peace that never comes
Although the war is over - some wars..are never won..
A man who feels he's lost control
Controls the things he can
We've come to know his anger
And the sting of his right hand
As we grew we children knew
We had to get away
Abandon those who loved us
Condemning them to stay
Deserters don't deserve the love
of those who they betray
(..Betray)
The war rages on - in our minds and in our homes
Men women children - private battle zones
Praying for an armistice - A peace that never comes
Although the war is over - Some wars are never won..
our heroes headed home
We ran to meet our daddies
leapt into their arms.
But daddies can be scary
with a pistol -in their hand
Their eyes ablaze with flashbacks
of blood pools in the sand..
Whispering of horrors
we could never understand
(..Understand)
My Daddy may be broken
but we've been broken too
My mother's spirit's broken
due to what he put us through
He may have done his duty
but our duty's never done..
Although the war is over
some wars are never won
Although the war is over
for some it rages on..
(..And on)
The war rages on in our minds and in our homes
Men, women, children - private battle zones
Praying for an armistice - a peace that never comes
Although the war is over - some wars..are never won..
A man who feels he's lost control
Controls the things he can
We've come to know his anger
And the sting of his right hand
As we grew we children knew
We had to get away
Abandon those who loved us
Condemning them to stay
Deserters don't deserve the love
of those who they betray
(..Betray)
The war rages on - in our minds and in our homes
Men women children - private battle zones
Praying for an armistice - A peace that never comes
Although the war is over - Some wars are never won..
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