As we faced the war,
Made ourselves great.
it felt good deep inside,
we held grip on our faith,
As we walk with blood,
on our tired bodies,
As we felt like trash,
to those on top and greedy.
As we saw our peers wounded,
in shame and dying,
we walk pass them,
in regret without looking
As we felt discriminated,
to those undeserving one's.
we dream we're in their places,
but it's all in the plan.
As we are haunted by memories,
we are deeply shocked.
by happenings we saw,
by the time we're hacked.
As we constantly seek,
the life's hidden quests.
we struggle for fairness,
to solve every tests
as we came from this hostile,
we grieve for their souls,
cheers to the unsung,
who had taken the toll.
As we fill the gaps,
of the holes they created,
without a recognition,
yet we have initated.
As we pray and move on,
and set our minds free,
as we accept the facts,
on what we cannot be.
As we struggle and die,
for our ideas and beliefs.
hoping for a small change,
even when we're buried deep.
(c) As we secretly call ourselves heroes . 2.24.11 - jcjuatco*