Text: His Hero Is Gone. Like Weeds.

Their words whisper lightly into newborn virgin ears:
"Our truth is the truth. Seek no solace in finding roots"
But the shadows have foes & like weeds we will grow.
Now there's a war being waged: it's over our words we must
Face as our lives unfold & convictions are old the real
Truth is told & like weeds we will grow