Oh you feel like your dreams

Are turning to rust

And you can’t see the sky

For the dirt and the dust.

I’ll sleep if I can

I’ll wake if I must

Till the screams in our heads

Turned to whispers.

There’s potholes and ice

On the roads that we run.

The stitching’s come loose

And it’s almost undone.

Trust me my boy

Feel the warmth of the sun.

Armed forces of good

Will protect you.

Armed forces of good

Will protect you.

Oh the promises

Your guardians gave

Will haunt them until

They’re rolled in their grave.

It turned out that they weren’t

So wise or so brave.

The same hands that hold you

Can drop you.

The same hands that hold you

Can drop you.

And the same lips that kissed you

And sang lullabies

Are the same ones that curse

And spit their reprise.

They’re the same ones that speak

Through a mask of disguise,

But hold on there’s still

Such love in them.

But hold on there’s still

Such love in them.

Well I know a love

That will burn to the end

And I’ve seen a tunnel

With a light at the bend

And you’ve got a family

That calls you a friend

Hold onto our hands

And keep walking.

Hold onto our hands

And keep walking.

(lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2011)