C o n n e r B L I N K b y We grab our old and sick quotes Prepared to lash them out at any defense Our action are to help all And yet others have said no before We fought and we tried to overcome But we were too weak, and they were too fat Both groups’ hearts stopped beating Leaving the cross to rot alone The air is thin and cold As we approach the single goal In the distance we see it grow The red cross that we wish to share H A D B E E N T O O LONG N O N IT E C O ULD BE SE SW I R L SAW E N D N A I
