Humble Resolution

There’s a line that needs to be drawn As the sickness is coming on We’re battling a war here Don’t know the reason behind this fear It consumes us as we reflect on this horrific mess But we’re coming with our judgment and our political address It seems we can’t stay quiet and just make nice Pointing fingers at the world for making this strife We scream and fight for the right to be right There’s a whispering in our ears that we’ll win this fight This is the dawn of a new age, a coming revolution But we’re missing the point, the need for resolution And as we look down at the blood in our hands We see this pain as a means to the end Pick up our armor, cling to our security We’re all just scared of this hopeless reality That the end to the struggle requires a humble retreat The ability to turn around and admit defeat