The Naive Shore
The war is always far from the naive shore
But the horror remains for some at home
The faces of those who paid the price
Grace small mountain towns standing alone
Only quiet streets understand
Setting sail with sad winds at their face
No man can tell them of their fate
For it has already been cast before them
And now they live knowing it's too late
But honor lives forever
We can only fear each other
For what we know
Is what we are told to believe
But still I believe in you
Because you believe in me
What land can we discover now?
Who can we civilize while we kill their culture?
We can only turn on ourselves
Distant shores of honor no longer have a future
Only a past
He cannot remember a time when he could smile
He knows the things that is a death warrant to leak
It is unbearable to share time with those who do not care
The truth is a door that opens to those who dare to speak
If only they didn't bury the key
We only fear each other
For what we know
Is what we are told to believe
But still I believe in you
Because your eyes are all I can see
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