so undignified by standards.
But they will never break him.
This harmless hero that they patronize
Can't you feel his pain an d lost love
The sticks and stones they throw,
They scar his flesh, shatter bone.
But they will never break him.
This harmless hero that they patronize
Can't you feel his pain, lost love,
Inside this decorated soldier?
His only friend, the night.
The calm, the quiet cold.
But you'll never seem him cry.
But they will never know, never know,
The hate we've shown him,
He'll carry to his resting place.
The hate we've shown him,
He'll carry to a lonely grave.
that's how he looks at you.
Can't you feel his pain and lost love,
Inside this decorated soldier?
His only friend, the night.
But you'll never see him cry.
He grabbed, pulled me close.
He whispered to me in a voice
"This life is what you make it.
Don't let it pass you by.
If you don't care whether
You're the most alive you'll ever be."
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