It's never easy to be chosen, never easy to be called
standing on the frontline when the bombs start to fall
I can see the heavens, but I still hear the flames
calling out my name
I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war..
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?
standing on the frontline when the bombs start to fall
I can see the heavens, but I still hear the flames
calling out my name
I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war..
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?
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