This morning I saw a glimmer of hope   In the eyes that I met at the door   Of separate futures and confident sutures   To the wounds that we have endured      You hate the words of war, but baby face it!   That's what it's been for us   We were never good fighters or very good soldiers   But through this we are more      It's victorian this embroidering ordering and   Sorting of memory to museum quality   In a box we are, we are and we're art   For the victims and tourists to see      And this victory we're part of is part and   Parameter of all that has come before   We were never good fighters or very good soldiers   But through this we are more      What's the harm in ruins, reminds us of who   We were in darker times   In the pieces of colonies, we'll find that we follow   A church of our own design      By our best, we're remembered, baptized we surrender   By air, by water, by shore   We were never good fighters or very good soldiers   But through this we are more