We fight its what we are, its what we do, searching for something thats true
She cries its all she knows, her heart it lies, wounded where no soldier goes
Would you take my hand, if I could prove myself?
Lead you out of here, give you a part to play
He longs for God knows what, his fears they scream louder than the things he's got
His thoughts are his darkest enemy, taken him captive, longing to be set free
Would you take my hand, if I could prove myself?
Lead you out of here, give you a part to play

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