I cant hear them anymore,
the sounds of the fighters..
its gone.
they've been taken away,
they've been stolen away,
by the power of society's reign.
I can see them all falling,
they're slipping away,
the best of the fighters,
they've held on til today.
but now for some reason, they're all letting go,
hiding emotion they'll never show.
I cant hear them anymore,
the sounds of the fighters..
its gone.
We push it aside,
ignoring the sickness
spreading across our lives.
no obvious solution,
no quick fix,
so we push it aside,
ignoring this sickness.
the war rages on, no longer in foreign lands,
its here, and the problem,
its in our hands.
eking out the color,
killing the light,
disconnecting one from another,
sapping our will to fight.
we should be coming together,
yet we're falling apart,
could be building each other,
yet we're tearing everyone down.
this war is raging all around.
inside and out.
yet its a silent war.
fought by invisible soldiers,
won by ignored victories,
plagued with forgotten defeat.
and all were thinking
"where were we?"
but
God bless America.
because the gov. is right,
the war on drugs is the real war in this land.
not the children crying at night,
not the teenagers putting up their last fight,
not the adults wondering how to go on,
not how society's got it all wrong.....