Tsol - Weathered Statues lyrics

Weathered statues, tin soldiers that march in our parks<br>

Wrapped in yellowed newsprint, on their benches in the dark<br>

Faces fill with sadness, sorrow drawn from your nights<br>

Surviving on old glories but now the glory's have died<br>

Lonely men who are tortured, once proud but now forgotten<br>

Gnarled hands hold canes, where guns were once before<br>

Taunted by the children whose parent's lives he saved<br>

Forgotten by a state, whose leg in war he gave<br>

Silver gleams upon his chest, though sweat gleams on his brow<br>

Darker days and sable nights, who work upon his soul<br>

His honor flew away from him, like pigeons on the wind<br>

Spending his last pennies on cheap wine and sins<br>

But still they make the soldiers<br>

And soldiers still grow old<br>

Another day, another statue, falls out in the dawn<br>

Weathered Statues stil march on and on<br>