Breaking down the sullen streets
the things at night that no one sees
the bravely fought, the coward won
the poor old man who gave his son
this nation's heart, its duty calls
the bleeding softly refuses love.
What happened to this son of mine
who was so close, only to die
his badge of honor
worn only once
down in that casket,
the battle's done.
Bruising wounds make no mistakes
take down brother, then go away
flee, oh sinner, although we are
at least we don't carry the scars.
Remember the brave
remember the weak
remember those who have no right to speak
remember the hearts, all broken and mourned
for today is the day
that our nation's reborn.