We hide our bitter hearts behind a glow
When battle cries have burnt us all to ash;
Hide behind the bitter things we know,
Unbidden, from the shadows of the past.
We hang our hard-won glories out to dry,
And wonder why they're battered in the rain.
We're always asking 'who' instead of 'why',
Then wondering why everything's the same.
We hide our broken hearts behind a glow
When, in our pain, we stumble and don't act.
We hang our heads and lay our weapons low
When battle cries have burnt us all to ash.