Beautiful days with brothers so tight
Taking on the world one step at a time
Reaching for the stars, dreams go so high
Who could have guessed now an awful crime
So beautiful then so destructive at the seams
Here for there future but going back to Rebel teams
Familys flee like the wind while blood stains stone walls
The sight imprints there minds as mothers sit and ball
All that's left now is the memorys in there heads
Nightmares unfold with guns pointed to there beds