Brave Of Heart

Bombs and wars fall on deaf ears Humanity contains the sum of fears To own the world we think's our right As endless day turns into night Victory belongs to the brave And the cowardly go into graves Be brave of heart, my battle weary soldier; a lull is sent to dry Your worried tears. Fair weather will arrive too and save the day; Even if all else fail, we are the hope of years gone by; who says The Underling may not excel? In times of woe the happy heart may sigh And chance to ask a boon of those above; inspiring this old earth To risk her courage and mount the freedom frenzy; take the lead: The horse rears up without a thought for safety. We are not the birth Of wisdoms rarest child, we are just the house of life that's tinkering With shreds of understanding. Our torch in darkness; give us holy art To bridge the gap, and save us lest neverending lessons do descend And it is way too late, to understand our ends. Our savior turns aside the Lost, and opens up worn hearts, even if salvaged hearts can't see Our vice can't hold the story's barest length, though oft enough We sing at hopes of peace; the fortress of the bold shall wrest the battle, And victory live beneath the brute hand of man; thus in each single skirmish Chance will favor he who stands his ground, and barely gives one inch Toward their goals: and the brave shall not be rounded up like cattle.