Through their eyes by: Hens The sun's radiance has a way of shading us, as we remain blamed for the actions in this changing dust. Fields of sand seem untamed as they sway in gusts were slaves without chains, still wrists stained with cuffs. We stay in pain until it causes are veins to bust.. while foreigner's slay an we live in vain n' cuss. yet this desert plane embraces are arrival, our relationship's are vital for us bracing for survival in no shape for a revival, its a race, but were idle.. while were the face for a nation in need of an idol now the goverment gazes upon us with starving eyes, oversea's, like they actually oversee this armies lives an advertise television with these alarming lies, " are soldiers will never come to harm or die " I got the memories on my skin, an I'm scarred inside my eyes pry into my brain, these visions are too hard to hide there barred and tied, I try to stowaway my history by throwing away my misery before I start to cry embark an thrive, We Are the tears of the sun, in Iraq its clear, the inhabitants live in fear of the guns we steer towards trouble and were here til' its done an kill until our gun smoke starts to seer in our lungs there's no cheer to be sung, there's no hero - just a bum look in the mirror.. you can't fix em' with this piss poor system - that forgets what every vet has accomplished lets treat it like slavery an let it be the next thing abolished don't polish it - let the rule ring until your full of doubt how did you let foreign lands get impregnated.. when a entire country was beggin you to pull us out |