All the Martyrs Have

So much they want to do
So much they struggle for
But all the martyrs have
Is the moment and the war

We see them with their halos
We give them all the floor
But all the martyrs have
Is the moment and the war

It’s a sad ironic tiding
In a heartbeat to the moon
They leave here in the morning
They leave us far too soon

They dream of new beginnings
They hold so much in store
But all the martyrs have
Is the moment and the war

I hold this withered flower
For the one that I adore
But all this martyr had
Was the moment and the war

It’s a sad ironic tiding
In a heartbeat to the moon
They leave here in the morning
They leave us far too soon

It’s a sad ironic tiding
In a heartbeat to the moon
They leave here in the morning
They leave us far too soon