Beauty in the Sorrow

Can we make sense of it all? The lies our fathers told, to find the beauty in the sorrow. So young, did it even matter? So young, did it even matter? It felt so strange, living in my grave. Count each breath, waiting to expire. Remember home, dying here alone. Hollow words, anthems from the choir. Can we make sense of it all? The lies our fathers told, to find the beauty in the sorrow. The lies they told! Can we make sense of it all, the beauty in the sorrow. So young, did it even matter? So young, did it even matter? It felt so strange, looking at your grave. An early end, I read letters to remember. So I moved on, or so the story goes. Shots rang out, red flowers a reminder. Can we make sense of it all? The lies our fathers told, to find the beauty in the sorrow. The beauty in the sorrow... So young, did it even matter? So young, did it even matter? Can we make sense of it all? The lies our fathers told, to find the beauty in the sorrow. The lies they told! Can we make sense of it all, the beauty in the sorrow.