Around the grave, they all gather, as they quietly begin to mourn
In the middle of their hearts, stands a lonely thorn.
Poking and stabbing, and jabbing away, everything seems so lost.
Though it's winter, it's so cold, they don't mind old Jack Frost.
A man has fallen in a war, something that shouldn't be fought
But the government has it's lie, freedom should be bought
Around the nation, the people wonder why they need to mourn
It's the lies, it's the lies, being told by this lonely thorn.
The weapons blast, people die, blood spills upon the ground
Some people die, gone forever, their bodies are never found.
War is war, there are no sides, nobody can truly win.
But thanks to him, the war goes on, this should have been a sin.
The battles rage on, people fall, and families start to mourn
For the lies, that were told, now people are getting scorned.
There's a lesson in all of this, but nobody will ever see
It doesn't take blood, nor mass death, to continue to be free.
And so the family begins to cry, they slander that one thorn
The bell goes off as they leave, darkness is what they worn.
God stands next to them, trying to give them comfort
It's okay, my lonely child, I'm sorry for the hurt.
War is hell, hell is war, this is what we know.
People die, in the end, and the rivers end it's flow.
All shall stop, not a sound, except from a single horn.
Thanks to them we are dead, and now we are your thorn