This war is a lie
Judge the righteous from their place on high
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But I wonder who they'd blame
If their ivory towers were set aflame
And how did it seem
To watch 9/11 on a TV screen?
While we lived through it
City's burning in a fiery pit
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We march across the killing fields
We set the laws with swords and shield
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
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Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we make
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Now a shaky hand
Brings the news from a far off land
This man, they cut him down
Spilled his blood on foreign ground
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His loss should be a sign
Of valor to those left behind
The end, the letter read
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead"