Stares of Disbelief

The drums beat a constant tone that rings endlessly in my ears
The thunder of footsteps drown out the peace of the years
The axe comes down upon our throats, Our life suppourt is cut
No goodbyes spoken, Only stares of disbelief
I see the orphans in the street, And cannot help but stare

Can you hear the pain echoing in the cries of the helpless
Can you feel the sound reinventing your heart
Hold out your palm, To feel the pain of the knife
Hold out your arms, To invigurate your life

The names etched in stone, Are forgotten by the sculptors
The home-bound mercenaries roam forgotten by employers
The flags raised in honor, Are now drenched in blood
With yesterday's heroes lain all over the field, Forgotten by time
I see the soldiers return home, And cannot help but grieve

So many things wrong
So few things right
The people in a throng
March to the chopping block single-file

Can you hear the pain echoing in the cries of the helpless
Can you feel the sound reinventing your heart
Hold out your palm, To feel the pain of the knife
Hold out your arms, To invigurate your life