"Bless the Boys"

This was a tough one to write. Wrestled with it for over a week…

“Bless the Boys”

Swallowed hole in the belly of the beast 
It's dark down here to say the least 
The people pray for profit even if it costs peace 


And I don't understand man 
No, I don't understand man 
Haunted by the ghosts on this stolen land 


Rather than right a wrong 
Dig your heels in, pretend you're strong 
But we know you're broken inside 
So bless the boys that break the world when they could’ve cried
Bless the boys that break the world 


Maybe guns have always been toys 
Points in a game, whatever he destroys 
The people fight for money and other man-made ploys 
So bombs away because boys will be boys 


And I don't understand man 
No, I don't understand man 
Haunted by the ghosts on this stolen land 


Rather than right a wrong 
Dig your heels in, pretend you're strong 
But we know you're broken inside 
So bless the boys that break the world when they could’ve cried
Bless the boys that break the world 

We can still write this wrong 
And silence is the same as going along 
But we're all a little broken inside 
So bless the boys that break the world when they could’ve cried 
Bless the boys that break the world
Bless the boys that break the world
Bless the boys that break the world

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Lisa