Bright Lights in Wartime

Oh, sunny day… what am I thinking?
Sometimes you lose someone and it hurts more when you smile
She is a friend, but it’s a strain on my mind
When she runs into the ground
Over and over again, what am I supposed to do?
Here is where we part
Moving out onto our own path
We fight to lift the people up
To see another dawn
Tonight we march out in the dark
Knowing not what we might find
Only that we have to fight
To raise our people up
We might not ever return…
Sometimes it’s hard, with promises empty
Though I think she speaks the truth when she speaks them out
Come and join us now
On the road to the unknown
Time has come to stand
And lift the people up