We ran ashore where the sun tried to vanish
Ran though hallways of flickering lights
Too old to be fools and too drunk to be cowards
Face molded by kisses and fights
Day broke with night and we broke with the idols
Strung up by a gossamer thread
Strum me a chorus for songs of their histories
Notes heavy with bombs and with lead
With billboards, with bills due
Remembrances paid to the children left drowning at sea
Dark fore the morning and darkness for ages
'Till we set it alight to run free
A mound of detritus, a ruinous rubble
The embers of empires sear
May busy hands build us a beautiful sunrise
For history cannot end here
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