White Flags - Flight Paths

A battered soul

As pale as a ghost

Nowhere to go

It’s a long way home

The bitter cold

Bite into the bone

The fire and smoke

Burned out long ago

Won the battle, lost the war

Like a thousand times before

Bombs away, there’s hell to pay for sad goodbyes

Cross my heart and hope to die

No end in sight

Walking down the line

Night after night

Fighting to survive

White flags fly high

Praise the morning sky

A sense of pride

Broken up inside

Won th battle, lost the war

Like a thousand tims before

Bombs away, there’s hell to pay for sad goodbyes

Cross my heart and hope to die