TSOL - Weathered Statues lyrics

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Weathered statues, tin soldiers that march in our parksWrapped in yellowed newsprint, on their benches in the darkFaces fill with sadness, sorrow drawn from your nightsSurviving on old glories but now the glory's have diedLonely men who are tortured, once proud but now forgottenGnarled hands hold canes, where guns were once beforeTaunted by the children whose parents' lives he savedForgotten by a state, whose leg in war he gaveSilver gleams upon his chest, though sweat gleams on his browDarker days and sable knights, who work upon his soulHis honor flew away from him, like pigeons on the windSpending his last pennies on cheap wines and sinsBut still they make the soldiersAnd soldiers still grow oldPump their minds with dignity, then let the young men goAnother day, another statue, falls out in the dawnWeathered Statues still march on and on