Two roads diverged in a wood

fighting for freedom, fighting for their children. they put on a straight face and kiss their proud families goodbye. thrown across seas and borders. thrown into unwelcoming lands. familiar with the sound of bullets and foreign cursing. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

fighting for peace, fighting for their children. they put on a smile and take their lovers by the hand. thrown across streets and marches. thrown into welcoming buses. familiar with the sound of megaphones and foreign warfare. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

"But we were cut out of basically the same mud, I suppose, just two more dirty-kneed kids scrapping to beat hell and trying to land on our feet."