M.U.S.T.

1 day wiser, 2 days older
Wounded heart, wounded shoulder
Neither easy to get over
Hide your pain, stoic soldier
Lay down your arms, empty your holster
Surrender your heart to me now
Right inside, taking over
This burning pride, I won’t back down
2 days wiser, 4 days older
Bullets soar, upward and over
Tears are cold, but anger is bolder
Let it all out, burning soldier
Lay down your arms, empty your holster
Surrender your heart to me now
Right inside, taking over
This burning pride, I won’t back down
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Buddies, hubbies, wives and lovers
Whoever you are, forgiving is hard to do
We’ve gotten this far, but still we have work
To do
To do
8 days wiser, 1 week older
Rations low, spirits lower
I can’t
Even recall what were fighting over
Wave your flag, tired soldier
Lay down your arms, war is over
Let’s bury the hatchet and dig up the mines
Lay down your arms and come on over
I promise not to say how wrong you were
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Buddies, hubbies, wives and lovers
Inspire the scars, there’s nobody else like you
We’ve gotten this far, I promise we’ll make it through