Frontline

Written & Performed by Robert Horvath

The towers crumbling, I can see the cloud
the world crashing all around our big bright sky.
where is the sun, that will shine light on our tomorrow.
I look at the future, and all I see is sorrow,
Oh, for all of our lives…On the frontline.

When the dust will settle, no one can be sure.
Fearless men and women standing on the edge of war.
With their hopes that cling to mercy,
as thousands knock on heavens door.
Our freedom lies in their hands
like it has so many times before.
On the frontline.

To some, our hands are tied as the
frames of pain erase the smiles.
The road to freedom, stretches so many miles,
and we wait… For our freedom and our glory
and we pray… On the Frontline.

From the ashes faith will build a stronger tower
All the eyes of the world will come to see our power
We stand united against all these faceless cowards.
Justice will prevail when we stand in our darkest hours
On the frontline, on the frontline

To some, our hands are tied as the
frames of pain erase the smiles.
The road to freedom, stretches so many miles,

and we wait… for our freedom and our glory
and we pray, with hope for victory
and we sing, with strength in our hearts together
that one day we won’t be on the frontline.

On the frontline, on the frontline
On the frontline, on the frontline

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