There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves,
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness. (James Blunt)

There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, Tears drying on their face. He has been here. Brothers lie in shallow graves, Fathers lost without a trace. A nation blind to their disgrace, Since he's been here.And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness.

James Blunt

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