In a state of confusion and blood,
those men fought.
What am I to feel?
They died for something they believed in.

So did others that didn't,
the innocent always have to pay
For the heroism of the brave,
if you want to call it that.

Surrounded, they fell
Surrounded, they died
Surrounded, they tried to fight
Surrounded, they surrendered.

Was it right they died?
Was it right they killed?
Was it right their act of defiance to the tooth
slaughtered the youth?

I...
I can't say.
You'd think it was simple.
But history needed to change.

History is ever-flowing,
like a river it runs violently,
but these men,
these men used it to create a stream.

With that stream, came an ocean.
With that stream came our fathers emotions.
With that stream came a generation that knew peace,
who knew their country.

But can I say if that was right?
No. I never can, nor can you.
For any change, surely the innocent must pay.