Sick from the smell of the fire I disintegrated Into an urn full of life Full of passion of the wrong kind And my only option was fight "Go, you will march" I was told, I was laden with a gun And I knew of a plan And I knew my point of contact And empty handed I can't come back And though I knew my mind was consumed I had no where I could run to So I'd hide behind enemy lines And though I was free to leave whenever I knew that if I endeavored Through the fences I'd be caught defenseless
They are only human Like you and I So who are they to tell us who to be? And why do we follow them And cry when we stand to attention?
I should have screamed Should have clawed Had I not been in the midst of a fight, of a war Had I not been in the searchlight Had the smog not blurred my eyesight And I had a bullet had a gun But victimized my courage gone And had I made it out the other side I wouldn't have a place to hide
They are only human Like you and I So who are they to tell us who to be? And why do we follow them And cry when we stand to attention?
And I shot and I hit and things I can't live with Are pushing me harder to grow But had I not been through this I wouldn't be witness To a strength many can't claim to know
They are only human Like you and I So who are they to tell us who to be? And why do we follow them And cry when we stand to attention?
Compositores: Georgia Shirley Train (Bitter Ruin), Benjamin James Richards ECAD: Obra #25397250