we were born
we were left in the road
mother came to find us but she never brought us home
so we roamed around the earth like the lost little souls that we were
we were old
we were looking for love
what we found was morality covered in lust
and our hearts became fragile and tenuous, collecting dust
but we all have the chance to do more
and we’re looking for reasons to change
but this liquid always makes us feel the same
we got caught
with these callused red hands
stained with rich wine and with blood and mistakes
but we’ll never regret how we lived our lives like kings
when we died
they were signing our graces
they marched with our coffins through rolling green hills
and no one forgot all the smiles we brought to their faces
but when we had the chance to do more
we were selfish and trapped in the day
this emptiness always makes us feel the same
we were wrong
they didn’t need us at all
we were never their heroes we were never their saints
and the moment our bodies returned to the earth all were saved