Warring Peace

Save another teardrop.
The war's not over yet.
There's always one more try,
And we'll march with our flags held up high.

But you could find your way out,
Just leave our men behind.
You can turn a blind eye,
The left turn turns out right.
Run to live a lie,
Or you could march with our flags held up high.

The wounded soldier on,
They have stood their ground.
Their blood will never dry,
They still march with our flags held up high.

But time after time,
The truth is in their lies.
What's the point in our fight?
The footprints left behind
Will lead us to a time,
When we had marched with our flags held up high.